She sucked me through that glory hole for a good while until I could take no more. Drenched with sweat from the excitement. I knelt down and said we s...ould go. But she wasn’t done yet. She climbed onto the massage table and poked her ass out of the fuck hole. Her cunt poking up in the air in the perfect fuck position. Still not knowing that they were there the hubby of the 2 watching strapped my whore wife’s ankles high up on the inner wall so her fuck bits could be held in position. I pushed. "Two!" you exclaimed, letting out a long breath in the attempt to diffuse the pain. Your mind races, attempting to deal with the pain radiating from your ass, focusing on keeping your pose and posture perfect, trying to keep your arousal from becoming evident. Above all, though your curiosity to discover the implement of your torture was almost too much to ignore. You snuck a look over your shoulder, and you saw it - the wooden ruler in my hand, raised for another swat. My eyes were fixated on. They were all Caucasian in appearance and the two passengers were dressed in fashionable clothes suited more for a day at the marina or the beach club than on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere. The gentleman was tall and handsome with a darling moustache that intrigued Kalinda for reasons she would hesitate to relate to anyone with the slightest sense of proper behavior. The female of the duo was young, agile and wore seaman’s pants showing off her perfectly shaped buttocks and hips in. He also made some modifications. Bop now called it a “troop carrier” instead of a SUV. She was not pleased.I guess the twins loved the change.Father had also concluded that there was no work for him in the area. The factory and the stores all closing in a short time meant there were too many eager younger men looking for work in the area. Father did not do well in interviews, especially with younger interviewers, he was old and easily became aggressive. It was with a heavy heart that Father.