My penis looked like a pork tenderloin. Sonja and Chloe were in a similar state, their bodies covered in hickeys and bite marks and their jaws and ton...ues aching."Master, I don't wanna play anymore," Chloe whined. "I was planning on making a big Christmas dinner, but I… I just can't do it," I said while panting. "Everyone will have to fend for themselves tonight. If anyone needs me, I'll be outside, using the snow to try and numb my dick." I turned around and started limping towards the door.. 'Don't worry we still have plenty of time for fun.' I got up off the ground and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would give me a mini-break so I could rub lotion onto my ass. Instead, he took my hand and brought me over to the keg that had remained untouched for the past hour. 'Now my dear fuckpig it is time for you to have a treat. You're going to do a keg stand and drink as much as I tell you to. Don't worry I can see from your face that you don't really want to. But believe me,. Voices that make me throb and make me so hot that it’s hard to breathe. Make me twitch when I run my hand down between my thighs, under the waist band of my pants, into my panties, until I reach my clit and then dip my fingers in between my lips where they get so, so wet and so slick. It feels so much better when my fingers are drenched when I swirl them around my clit, eliciting little moans and gasps. Making me bite my lower lip so I don’t make too much noise. Even though I’m alone. And it’s. She said, "Lets give him something to really look at."I'd never heard her talk like that before. It took me months to get into her pants when we were dating and here she was with her bra off so my buddy King could get a better look.King came back into the room and sat down, just a little closer to her this time, almost like he knew what we'd been talking about. And that's when I went to get more beer from that kitchen. I came back to see King's hand up under my wife's dress. He was fingering.