Or worse. It’s going to hurt me to watch him suffer. But as we talked about it. This will help our relationship grow.Then Mistress Bitch told the ot...er woman to get her ready. I watched as the other woman had my wife remove her top and expose her breasts. Then my wife’s hands were locked behind her back. An inflatable gag was placed in her mouth and I watched as my wife’s eyes grew larger as the gag grew and filled the inside of her mouth. As this was going on, Mistress Bitch had my key holder. I'm not claiming that all so called sluts only wanted to be loved or anything such as this. But the girls who were watching me intently as I walked down the halls all desired to feel the emotions I had briefly shared with them in greater quantities and in other ways.Strangely enough, the day after Rachael and I fucked, she seemed quite content with herself and didn't feel need for a repeat that day. I was rather relieved about this, but at the same time I had hoped that she would have been. We fucked like there was no tomorrow, her moans indicated she was near climax, and I felt the sperm coming out too, and so we both came, marking the end of our intercourse for now; exhausted, our sweaty bodies fell on her bed, her body on top of mine, and I never wanted to let her go. I wanted to lie there forever, her amazing hot body on mine. Unfortunately, this eternity only lasted for a few minutes, until she had to get up to work. We exchanged kisses, and she told me to "wait until I'm. It’ll come back to you.” Larry promised me. “You’re just going to hyperventilate and panic and the new mommy doesn’t want to see that.”“It’s OK,” Shani sooked at the little boy in her arms. “Send in your father. We need to do the when Garth met Garth moment.”I reached down and brushed her hair over her face. I looked up at Larry and he masked whatever he was feeling with a sympathetic smile. I was frustrated with myself too.“They’re in good hands with the two of you.” I agreed. I squeezed.