’ A bright red, rhinestone studded, belly shirt was the only top she had inside the bag. After thoughtful deliberation, Tom decided she should just...wear a lacy black bra, for better camouflage. ‘Camouflage. Yeah, right!’ said Willow, rolling her eyes. ‘Don’t tell me you’re going to get modest, all of a sudden. At least the bra doesn’t flash like a neon sign, ‘look over here’.’ Her silent reaction to the comment flustered Tom. Apparently, he’d crossed some invisible line. She began to pull on. "You fucking white faggot, you were born to be my bitch, weren't you?!" he yelled as he savagely ass-****d me. "God, yesssss!" I cried. "You see, bitch, I told you your husband was a fucking queer boy" he bellowed. I didn't understand who he was talking to until he pulled my head up and pointed it at the closet. The doors opened and there was my wife, Chastity, and her sister, Bella, who was behind her and had her hand down my wife's panties, rubbing her clit. Bella massaged her large breasts. Bite please bite them. At this point i'm very aroused grinding my pussy as my toy goe's in and out. Kissing me again,soft hands roaming all over my body, my leg's begin to twitch, my pussy pulsating, my breathing getting heavier. Oh my i'm coming i need to come. Placing your hand in between my leg's you beging to play with me as my toy slides in and out fuck this is hot. "come fucking come, i want to see your juices" With that you rub harder making me moan with pleasure, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Jamie’s mother just shrugged and nodded again at Hank Barry so away he went again. He had some how become the official ‘spinner’ for the night.As expected the first few spins proved no problem at all but after that it was a whole different story. Arms, legs and other naked body parts got pressed and rubbed together in very close and very personal ways indeed.Tom found it really lovely to have his coarse, hairy skin brushing up against Jamie’s soft smooth skin. This of course just gave him.