"Who are you? What do you plan on doing with us?" said a voice behind me.I turned and was looking at the older of the two women and said, "Well, for o...e, I want to get home to my wives. For two, I want to get you to where you both will be safe. My name is Walter Brakes." You speak with a funny English accent," she said."That's because I'm an American. We don't speak the 'Kings English', in the time I come from. What is your name?" I asked."Louise-Maria Angelica Gonzales and the young man you. ” Phil’s heart jumped. ‘He said ‘Two men?’ ‘Did my wife fuck someone else before Fred? I got her cherry, so who…?’ Phil was trying to figure out a way to gain this new information from Fred when Fred answered his question for him. “I loved it when, after fucking me a couple of times, you told me about how you had fucked the guy who did your carpets.” ‘Did her carpets?’ Fred thought back. When we bought this house it already had the carpets installed so it must have been that guy that…Shit! He. She slips one leg underneath mine, while the other drops to the floor, creating more room for my hand and arm.She, in turn, loosens my belt and tugs at the buttons holding my jeans together. She feels the dampness coating my underwear, then I feel her fingernails lightly scratch along the elastic, then snake underneath, and glancingly rub across the head of my cock. Constricted, still it throbs at the touch. Her fingers blindly, lightly explore, then move down, and hold on. She squeezes, then. Then she panted. Fuck! It stung like nothing she had ever experienced before. She pursed her lips and blew in and out rapidly. The initial shock had caught her unawares. She had not expected it to feel quite so intense. When he'd used the other crop on her, the one he'd made, it had felt nothing like this. He'd warned her that this was different and sent pictures of it. She hadn't appreciated then just how different it was. She continued to pant frantically and when the worst of the stinging.