As she walked, the clip began to work its magic again, so by the time she was at the door she was almost having another orgasm.“Fuck, Doc, I came,�... she said. “I came right there in the street while Mrs. Winston was walking past me.”“That must have made the orgasm intense,” I said.“Fucking intense,” she said. “Incredible.”Then she leaned back on the desk, lifted her skirt and pulled off the clit clip. As she did so, she screamed, and rubbed her clit hard. She was cumming there in front of me,. SHE IS RESPONED AND IS MASSAGING HER BOOBS AND SLOWLY UPPERZONE AND KISSING HER CHEEKS AND FOREHEAD AND NECK AND I FIND SHE IS RESPONDING.I SEVERAL TIMES KISSED HER NECK MY FRIENDS CAME NEAR OF ME SHE WAS SHYING TO SEE MY FRIENDS.I SAID ONE BY ONE DO THIS GO AWAY.THEY ARE GOING BUT WATICHING OUR INTERCOURSE AND I REMOVE MY DICK.AND SHE IS CLOSE HER EYES AND I ASKED TO SEE MY DICK AND SHE IS SHY AND I TAKE HER HAND INSERTED MY DICK.I SHE HORNY AND MY FINGERS GO TO HER PUSSY IT IS NOT WET SHE WAS. Her hips were pumping up and down from the vibe.Now the fun part began. Part of her fantasy was to be fucked like this while other women were too. That's what the other 6 tables were for. I had managed to find 6 plump, bored, and horny housewives to help me with this scheme. I led them from the office over to the tables. I made each strip in turn, and put collars on each. I then trussed each to a table just like my wife. Next I lowered a large d**** from the ceiling that spanned all 7. "Rub your clit." He commanded. I smiled, pulling my fingers out before moving them up to my clit. I was already sensitive, a little swollen even. I rubbed myself with my fingertips for a little bit before taking my clit in between my index finger and thumb and started rolling it gently. I moaned, this time even louder as I felt myself grow close to finishing. "That's it, good girl." He said, his breathing heavier. I love it when he calls me a 'good girl'. He wanted me to be a good girl and I.