30 p.m., everybody started to sleep and adjusted in the available seats. All of them told us that “You husband and wife share one complete seat to s...eep”. Then my sister told me to lay on the seat and she too laid beside me facing side by side facing each other. Sensing that she is so close to me and her body touching me for long time made my cock hard on.My cock was getting harder and harder. I could not control my cock. Sensing my hard condition she move bit away from me and she occupied the. He hardly needed to move it; the twist of his wrist, in concert with his tongue, sent me galloping into pleasure. I bit my hand but still couldn't stop the strangled cry. He moved his hand inside me, flexing and relaxing his fist. He turned his hand inside me, working me with his knuckles. His mouth took on a new intensity. My pleasure ebbed and flowed but never completely abated. The pain couldn't stop it. I felt my own juices trickle off of me and into the dirt. I don't know how long he. He also had Karen, his wife of ten years. When they were first married, Karen used to tour with the band: all the other band members' wives and girlfriends did, too, and it was just like one big family! But over time some wives got pregnant, others tired either of the touring lifestyle or their relationships, so now it had reached the stage where Johnny and his band were all in their mid-thirties and the rock and roll lifestyle was more or less gone ... they still toured extensively, but wives. " She started reaching for her clothes. "Leave them here. You won't need them." She felt a rush of elation at his words. He'd accepted her servitude, the only thing she had to offer, her complete and abject destruction. She felt her cunt soaking wet and her pulse quickening. She was going to be used.--- For three hours, Daisy lay on her back on an ottoman, her head hanging off of one end, her open legs off the other. Nobody touched her, not to caress or hurt, not to entice or torture. Every so.