I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scare..., stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking. No. you dont want me to, do you? I shook my head vigorously. Then I wont, but you have to promise not to tell that I saw you, either, okay? You wont tell on me, will you? Again I shook my head, relief flooding me. Katie stood there looking at us for a few minutes, and then it was like she made up her mind about something. Would you two like it if I showed you how to do some of that stuff better? Christy and I looked at each other, and then we slowly nodded, both of us. Katie stood there another. Being a horseman, Jake was always a bit bowlegged, but now his legs were like wide parentheses, bowed out to ease the swollen ache of his balls. The front of his jeans thrust out, thundering, his cock trying to rip his fly open."I... I couldn't find it," he stammered."Well, you'll have to give me something else then, won't you?" Marion said, with a meaningful glance at his groin. Jake was momentarily confused.He staggered toward her, his knees weak with desire, his blood pounding through his. ‘Now, just because I want to get the shackles off, doesn’t mean at night….’ He laughed at her and jumped off the stool. He went to the bed and picked up his shoes and then fished a pair of socks from the drawer beside it. Once he had those on, he grabbed a light jacket. He sensed her looking at him. ‘It’ll be warm enough for you with a t shirt,’ he said. ‘especially with all the walking we’re going to be doing. I have to wear the jacket.’ He reached over to the drawer again and pulled out his.