"Wow, Bill, I never considered it before," Maurice lied. He lusted after Tiffany Tyndall from the very first moment that he had laid eyes on her."Afte... you and your wife join our little group, my wife can be yours anytime you want," Bill explained. "Now, of course, remember that when you join the group your wife joins as well. I think that your wife is very sexy. Do you have a problem with other men seeing your wife at times?" How often are we talking about here?" inquired Maurice."Maybe once. Vague memories from last weekend came back and of chatting to a pretty girl on the computer while wedged between Fay and Ross.With a quavering voice Sofi replied, “N … no, Miss.”Her use of the term ‘Miss’ seemed instinctive. Two more blows by the crop were taken in silence before Lotti dropped the hem of her skirt and began to walk around the kneeling girl examining her from all angles. Fay and I sat on the sofa mesmerised. This was a totally different Lotti from the submissive girl we had used. "Hi, hunk, my name is Leila," she said. And nothing has ever been the same for me since.We drove down the highway without speaking for a few moments. Then to my amazement this beautiful creature scooted over next to me and began to fiddle with the fly of my pants.At first I tried to pull her hand away but she was insistent and without further struggle from me she finally popped my pants open and pushed her delicate hand deep into my open fly. I was in a some kind of zone. I knew what was. My short, white uncut cock jerked in anticipation of cumming again. What had caused this early morning arousal? Being young and newly married I was used to waking with a morning glory (a stiff cock). I usually woke alone as my wife left the martial bed very early every morning to attend her swimming training. Normally I took my erection in hand giving it a leisurely wank at my own pace knowing how to satisfy myself from years of practice. This would end in me cumming on the sheets a practice.