The husband watched helplessly as their toungues intertwined and the old man's buttocks slammed into his wife's pussy. He broke off the kiss and start...d to suckle on the wifes bouncing tits."Ohhh I'm getting close you little slut" growled the man "You want me to plant my seed in that beautiful belly of yours?" My wife looked at him through her lust "Give me your baby stud... breed my fertile belly... cum in me please!"The husband stood up to do something but it was already too late. He watched. The sergeant was enjoying the view, as was Rick. Their plan was working perfectly. Peter had been set up! The sergeant flexed the cane enthusiastically. He was going to enjoy this! SWISH-CRACK! The policeman sliced the whippy rattan down hard on Peter’s unblemished buttocks. A deep red line appeared. It was a good cane. It was a very good cane! Rick already knew it was a very good cane, as he sourced all his canes direct from the importer. The importer was only to happy to supply the sex shops. At the end of the day after everyone had cleared out I went down the hall to Mr. Massage’s suite. At first everything was all professional and I undressed behind a screen, covered up with a towel and lay face down on the massage table. He began massaging my shoulders and back then moved down to my legs. He moved up my legs to massaging my ass. When he tried to finger my asshole I jumped up off the massage table and smacked the little twerp and was out of there. As I relayed this information to. "Oh, I am so very sorry," she replied, "don't mind me, I am just being silly." "No problem." "I could burn them but this is a non-smoking carriage," she started to laugh, hugging me closer. "Fifty quid fine either way," I pointed out. "Know what I would like to do right now?" This seemed most likely to involve sharp objects and stabbing but I didn't want to break the mood so I just shook my head. "Fuck." I had no doubt she was serious, she had looked me straight in the eye and.