He started to apply warm oil on my shin and kept massaging it for a while. He worked up my legs.. His hands were working wonders on the shin and sprai...ed leg. The pain had nearly vanished. He now reached my ass and applied a lot of oil on it, "My thongs will get dirty" I claimed to while he giggled and slid them down my ass and threw them on the corned. Coach smith was sitting besides me on the table stroking my back. Mark had now made his way onto my ass and was massaging it. Soon I could feel. "I bet your husband never skullfucked you before!" Kim knew he was right but spent her time trying to breathe around his swollen member. He was going deeper all the time. She had to fight her gag reflex. He repositions her so her back is now up against the dumpster. There's no where to go to escape the attacking cock. She was pinned so completely, her head clamped in his big hands on either side and between the dumpster and his cock pistoning into her open mouth her only option was to push him. " He's being the repentant sinner, dear, and if we don't handle him right, soon he'll be the martyr. I'll leave it to you to take care of him. Nobody else ever bossed him around the way you can."Linda grinned. "Isn't that fabulous? I mean the way he just folds up if I act mad. It's a lot of fun for me. Let him have a drink or two, and then I'll take care of him, if I have to make a little whip and wear black boots."Betty laughed, then told Linda of her plan to use Nikki for further softening of. Babette was old school. Nearly fifty, I had known her a long ass time from our probation days. Babette was my confidant. A mother substitute and my own personal confession booth. A none judgemental friend whom I loved dearly and whose advice always made sense even if I didn't always agree with it.I grabbed a banana and spoon as she sat back in her chair nibbling on a cream bun. The woman was just so very French in both her attitude, manner, and outlook on life in the big A. But even she wasn't.