Slowly running her hands up and down my back. As she runs her hands from my shoulders, all the way down my back, and then on my ass grabbing it firml..., I am now sticking my tongue curiously into your wifes mouth. My tongue slowly peeps in and searches for hers quickly, it finds it and it swirls once around her tongue. My hands start moving up and down your wife’s silky dress until my hands are no longer on her dress, however they are gently rubbing up and down her skin. Again, I gently push. ” He had both hands on her back as he shuffled around behind her.The next four slaps hurt Faith less. She figured, though, that Terry could go all night with switching his hands this way.The last left-handed slap was just his fingers, not his palm, where her butt met her right thigh. That did hurt as much as the right-handed one did.“Whadya know,” Terry -- or maybe Jack -- said from behind her. “They’re starting to get pink.”Before the spanks resumed, he stroked the left ass cheek. His fingers. We stopped breathing, looked at each other with mouths open, eyes flicking left and right before we immediately spun around and ducked out of sight; peering over the top of the sofa towards the door.Men’s voices. From outside. Not good.We turned and ran for the back door in just the clothes we had on; closing it behind us just as the front door opened. I could hear the men say something about a funny smell in the room and I had to suppress a giggle. Sarah was way ahead of me and running away. One week later I found myself driving on a remote rural road. I had been told to look for a trail wide enough for only one car at a certain mile mark. I pulled off on the trail that was heavily wooded and drove for about 2 miles before coming to a clearing. A short distance from the clearing appeared a large house with one light on on the first story and one on the second story. I had been told to ring the door bell. Shortly after ringing the door a man opened the door and asked me to enter. He.