Smith’s face disappeared; she knew this was not going to be a short spanking.“Are you ready?” Mr. Smith asked his wife as he continued lovingly ...ubbing his wife’s ass.“Yes, sir,” Mrs. Smith answered, but by the time she finished, Mr. Smith’s hand was already headed towards her backside. The sound of his hand impacting her ass surprised me and I jumped a bit. I felt a squirt of pee shoot into my pants, but not enough to be seen from the outside. As he raised his hand again, I could see a faint. I am speaking of intensity, or shared respect, and of learning. You’re a science fiction reader, are you not?“Yes. Robert Heinlein, David Weber.”“Do you remember ‘Seven Hours of Ecstasy’?”“Yes. The term, anyway.”“There were no details.”Elizabeth“Elizabeth may have some interesting ideas, as she’s an expert in Tantric traditions of lengthy sexual experiences and meditation. Perhaps we can have her join us, or at least advise.”I agree that I need to spend more time with Elizabeth, to learn lots. I was now sitting stark naked, meanwhile i too removed his shirt and unzipped his pant, his penis was pushing his boxer trying to tear open, I moved his boxer down, suddenly his python sprang out. I held it and gently moved my palm up and down stroking it. It became thicker it seem, meanwhile he took his hand and inserted his finger into my pussy pushing it in and out.We both were in our own world of sex. Then he removed his hand took the bottle which he bought, it was oil, he opened the bottle. I swallowed most of his seed but deliberately let some dribble down my chin as I smiled with pride, before using my finger to wipe it into my mouth.That week was the happiest I had ever been. I got lots of new clothes. I spent most evenings on Mr Johns lap as we talked or watched TV. I slept in my room or Mr Johns room with him and his wife or she would spend the night with me in my room. I played with her tits as well as her cock and she should me how wonderful sex could really be. Even Mr.