Ms Grange has invited me here to watch your caning this afternoon! And I’m so looking forward to it!'I still had my nose pressed to the wall. ‘Ple...se, may I turn around, Madame?’ I asked.‘No, prisoner, you certainly may not! And you may not speak anymore, either! And don’t think I won’t have you caned if you’re disobedient, because I will’ my wife said sharply.I shuddered. The last thing I wanted was a double caning!I knelt obediently in position, my nose pressed to the wall, in silence. I. All I could do at this point is sit back and let her. She then unzipped my pants, reached in, and pulled out my already rock hard cock. Without hesitation, she began sucking on it with those sweet, soft lips of hers. It felt absolutely amazing!In the mean time, I happened to look over at the husband, who had now taken out his cock, and was jerking himself off while his wife was giving me head. Once again, I was too into what she was doing to me to care about what he was doing. But she happened. The visor projected a canvas in front of him, and he locked it in place, as though there was an easel standing between his seat and the table. He tweaked the transparency a little so that he could see through the matte white square, then selected a texture that resembled fabric stretched over a wooden frame. He wanted to capture the entire scene, not merely one or two objects.His fingers serving as brushes, he began to paint, the muscular feather sheaths on his wrists snaking down to pluck. I pumped myself into her mouth without conscience, fucking her face, my balls slapping her chin. I took my free hand and found your cock filled pussy. I could feel her dick gliding into you, the juice from your excited pussy coating my fingers. I inserted a finger into you as your were being fucked, my finger becoming part of your pleasure. Your breasts bouncing with each thrust of her cock. Lana’s breath came in gasps, she moaned, with her mouth full of my cock as she coated your pussy with a.