I held the shaft firmly in my hand and licked around his head. The night before I had focused on the feel and taste of his rod; now I had enough light...to see clearly. I looked up at his torso, the muscles almost as hard as the muscle I was about to work inside me. I took his head in between my lips and pulled him in until my lips circled his shaft an inch or two below the flare of his head and then bobbed my head three or four inches back and forth as I suckled him greedily.I knew he was close. Strangely enough, I wasn't! In fact, rather than angry, I found myself very sexually aroused by it!Our marriage was over. I didn't try and fool myself into thinking it wasn't, and yet, in spite of the fact that we were no longer married, I would have gladly gone back to her...even if she kept fucking Duane, or whoever else she might have fucked besides him; but she'd made it perfectly clear that there was absolutely no way that she wanted back together with me! Nevertheless, I carried a torch. From a small shelf in the corner, Mariko produced a bar of soap and began to massage Amanda's back with it.Normally, Amanda preferred to be the aggressor in a situation, but this time she felt different. Mariko's small hands felt so good as they moved up and down her back that she was content to just follow where ever the dark haired woman led. Finishing with Amanda's back, Mariko reached around and began to cover her breasts with soap. Her laughter filled the small chamber as she played with. But my school and college performance was strictly monitored by both of them. Instead of slapping now it was kicking on by dick and balls. Also there was pulling off of my pubic hair to go along with kicking.But at leisure time one weekend I expressed while watching at hot sexy song sequel that rubbing of dick is pleasurable, that day was a turning point to my sexual exploitation. Aunt & uncle were happy to know this and now was regularly exploited but made it feel pleasurable.They instructed.