I told her that she had made two mistakes. One, she didn’t say thank you, and second, wrote slave incorrectly. For the mistakes, she would be punish...d by spanking her ass for it. I put the cuffs on her hands and legs and asked her to raise the hands up. I put a rope on the cuffs and tied her hands to the ceiling fan.She was standing naked with her hands stretched and tied up to the ceiling. Her mouth gagged with her panty and slave written on her boobs. I told her since she had made two. . I giggle as I ask him what he's doing, but he just asks me to get on my hands and knees, so I do.. my husband places a pillow under me to lift my ass in the air, then I feel his strong hands rubbing my ass, he's kissing my back and softly licking my skin all the way down to my supple ass, I can feel his hard dick wanting to enter my ass, mmmm he's so hard and wet, so much precum is leaking from my husbands hard, thick cock.. its dripping down my ass.. then I feel his warm breath in my ass and. Not words, per se, but I understood in a general way what Pearl was thinking. Somehow, I had to alter Pearl's attitude about what she'd witnessed."Okay, now I'll protest loudly," I said forcefully. "I don't appreciate your attitude, Pearl. You've blown what you saw all out of proportion. That kiss was part of a tear-ladened, heartfelt goodbye. That's it, nothing more."Sandy and I are not involved in a romantic relationship, I shouted silently.Hah! Mentally shouting a command won't work. I'm not. Dan, meanwhile, had better self-restraint and kept ramming the recently virginal bottom of his elder son for a good, long while. He could already tell that this would be a regular thing, if naturally less frequent than the straight and lesbian encounters that occurred on a daily basis in the household. It was hard to say no to a chance to get some tail, and this would come in handy whenever the younger women were pregnant, of course. It wasn't as if his son was ugly or a bear, either. He had,.