She arrived on Friday afternoon around 4 pm. Ben greeted her at the door, kissing her passionately. As soon as the door was closed behind her, she was...ordered to strip. Ben immediately put ear muffs and a blindfold on her, so that she had no idea of what was going on. He led her to his bedroom where he had set up her torture chamber, complete with drip, ropes, toys, spreader bar, and pulley. He immediately began to tie her up, starting with her toes, moving to her ankles.. he then tied a short. Even when she was angry with me I weirdly felt like she still cared about me. Not like my dad, the asshole would just get drunk and hit me. Fuck, the fact that she's put up with my dad for thirty years must make her a saint or something.I shook my head in frustration and noticed two women waiting at the street light ahead. Two new members to the Naked Jogging Club would distract me from the problem with my mom. The women were Belinda, a hot thirty-five year old, and her even hotter, fifteen. They agreed to meet for the encounter at a motel outside of town.The wife had sort of mentally scripted what she wanted to see and experience, including watching two guys in a sixty-nine oral session, watching her husband stroking, and being stroked by another guy, teaching him to give a guy a blow-job, and watching two guys cum on each other’s cock.All three of us got naked, and she started directing the action. First she had her husband get onto his knees, and had me feed him my cock. He was. “How about I just kill your ass?” he said showing his irritation.“If you try that, I’m going to defend myself. Your hands are a deadly weapons, or at least dangerous weapons. So I would have to use real force. You know, the kind I could reach out and touch you with. Now if I asked you to leave and you refused, I’d have to call the cops. I know all of them, and I know how the system works. It would not be a pleasant arrest. Trust me kid you are better off to go back to your workout and keep your.