This went on for more than an hour until every last man had fucked each of them before blowing their loads off all over each of the women's bodies. Th...ir husbands each had come earlier as they watched their wives take on these five guys at one time. We stayed for about another hour or so before leaving. My wife was speechless on the ride home; I couldn’t wait to get home so I could fuck her. We had fucked each other twice that night as she screamed out into a number of orgasms. I knew she was. ?That seems about right, Lauren.? He walked back around to her already sore behind. Lauren heard a brief whistle—air rushing through the holes in the paddle, she realized later—before the next: POP! She stumbled forward with a sob. ?Lauren, stop moving. Bend your knees a little.? She did so, which had the effect of making her feel as though she was thrusting her butt and nether regions at Don. More humiliation. whistle. . . POP! ?You will not. . .? POP! . The kings door. We walked past a door on the left, finding out hers was the second. “After you.” she said, pressing on the door as it slowly creaked open. I was surprised when we entered. Her room was much, much bigger than mine, almost four times in fact. But that was not what had shocked me. It was the fact that hers was very much like a typical teenage girls bedroom. She had a large double bed on the back wall, a dressing table, with lots of perfumes and brushes and hair products. She had. ...., Oh fuck, again. She was 'dressed' in a thong. Nothing else."If I've got to wear something then so do you." Why Mom, why don't you take it off. Dave saw us before and it's so cool. Dave doesn't mind, he's going to suck my tits, you are aren't you. I want you to kiss them and we don't have to get dressed, Dave can answer the door when the pizza man gets here." I don't know Dave, the c***dren of today, give them an inch and they want the mile......, would you mind if....." Help yourself....,.