I found myself moving my hips with her motions and she smiled at me.“Now, you will have a deep breath and push back onto my finger”“I want you t... fuck yourself, my little pervert. Ride my finger like a bitch!!”Her nipples were hard and as I watched her looking at what her fingers were doing. I saw the evil glint of lust burning there as she bit her lower lip and then licked her full red painted lips.Then I moved back and felt her finger slide easily and deeply into my rear door tight entrance.. I agreed with him.T and Gary, T's brother and sister in-law and I drove to the justice of the peace and T and I were married. I was on top of the world. When T and I got ready to leave and go to a hotel that I had reserved for us, T asked if I minded if Gary came with. I told her it was no problem. When we got to the hotel room I got to watch Gary and T again. Gary told me that he had been fucking my wife for over a year. He said, "You have to agree, she does have the best pussy on base." I. I helped myself to a drink and sat next to her as a gesture of solidarity. Stella would have been about 40 to my 26, she was of good Dutch origin which is to say fair haired, strong boned and nicely covered. She ws thoroughly organised and did most of George’s office work and typing, so it was new for me to see her looking less than confident."Are we going to get through this?" she wondered aloud. "Of course," I replied "we just have to exude confidence and keep our heads." I slid an arm. Taking a washcloth from the rack I am tethered to, she soaks it under the running tap and starts rubbing it vigorously with a yellow bar of soap. The light dawns. "Oh no. Please, ma'am--" She pinches my nose firmly and holds the soapy washcloth to my lips. "Open." "Please--" I repeat through gritted teeth. "Open wide and say 'ah,' you little pantywaist. Are you going to make me fetch the cane?" Shuddering, I open my lips. Mistress thrusts the washcloth deep in my mouth and starts kneading.