He then taped my mouth. And started spanking me. It was too hard but my voice wasn’t coming out. I was on all four getting my spanks on each butt 10...-10.After the spanking, he brought ropes (It was very soft). I knew what I have to do now. He said, “Get ready bitch.” I did the same. Tied my self like I was doing whole week now with threads. But he made it tighter. He then clicked pictures of me. Placing me in different positions and having fun with my body.He then slid the rope aside and fucked. V1 laughed in my head. I’d waited sixty-eight years. I could wait until after dinner.Even wearing nothing but our towels—a potent reminder that we were merely at an intermission, not the final curtain—we relaxed at the dinner table and resumed our discussions of life.“It was an interesting conversation with your music advisors and mothers last night,” she said.“I’m sure I’ll get an earful from LeBlanc in orchestra tomorrow,” I laughed. “But it was Mrs. Marvel’s idea to keep everyone in the dark. I flopped down on my back on the bed next to Scott. My left leg was draped over his right, and we were lying shoulder to shoulder. I gently pulled his hand off of Paula's breast, wrapping his fingers around my shaft. He squeezed me with his rough hand and pumped my cock for all he was worth. I stared up at my wife as Scott slammed into her. Their fucking was absolutely frantic now. Paula's mouth was making the silent "O" of an approaching orgasm. Scott and I had both marvelled over that. I was disappointed when mommy answered the phone and the alarm did not go off. Bless her that she jumped in the car and was here in 30 minutes. Time was short and mommy came into my room. I sat opposite mommy with my underwear on. She leaned forward and touched my balls and my penis through the underwear, making my cock jump and my balls tighten. Mommy slipped her hands under the material and she had my cock and my balls in her hands, massaging me and teasing me. Mommy’s hands are so.