”Brock’s eyes almost popped out of his head.“Are you out of your fucking mind?” he said a lot louder than he’d meant to. “Of course he wou...d have, um, made you. He had his tiny little pecker out and was forcing your head toward it. When, exactly, do you think Wes would have stopped from raping you if I hadn’t shown up?”Suddenly the hallway was deathly silent and half the eyes turned toward Brock. The other half turned toward Wes Mansfield who was standing a few feet away.“What the fuck did you. Thanks for the warning about how some concubines are treated. Larry will be easy to handle for that. He much prefers staying at home, so I doubt Erica and I will send him on errands all that often. Fortunately, he loves games of all kinds and when we aren't in the mood to get it on he has been able to entertain us for hours. We even have plans for some impromptu leagues involving all six adults we'll have.And Larry is not bad at dining at the Y as you might say. He's definitely the best guy. Just as I was getting into a great rhythm, kristina jumps off the counter and into my arms, with my cock still fucking her. pretty impresive."Take me to the washing machine NOW" she demanded againI was a little surprised, i used to hear stories that women get bigger orgasms when fucking on the washing machine while its on.So i guided her to the washing machine. she was still hopping on my cock as i walked. i got to the machine and put her ontop."Rinse cycle" she saidI was confused for a sec. His red buttocks were tensed tightly, rippling under the pale blue chemise of his negligee. I strode purposely to his head, placed a soft kiss on his cheek, and whispered into his ear, 'I only do this because I love you!' Then I brought my left hand down as hard as I could across both his buttocks, quickly, three times. His backside was aglow, and there were tears in his eyes. I bent over and gently placed a kiss on each glowing buttock; he jumped in fear at both caresses. I was beginning to.