It's been a long time since you heard any of those stories. You're George Smith, 35, an architect by training but not necessarily by employment, since...your own inheritance has kept you more or less free to live modestly and unambitiously. Inheriting this house has given you something to think about, to plan your days around. You recently decided to drive up to visit the place for the weekend. Who knows, you thought, maybe you'll even move up there!You called the manor and made arrangements with. ? "Please, please, please," I justkept repeating, each one sounding more and more despicably sycophantic to myears.? Each one bringing out newwatersheds of tears for the nightmare into which I'd let myself. I open my eyes to see Nick's balls above my face,waiting to be dipped.? Every time I openmy mouth to let him in- whether balls, shaft, tongue, finger, or any other toolof invasion he chooses- the shame and humiliation rise quietly in my mind,taking me back to that first night.?When the. . and with Mia.”Her hands then dropped to my cock an she gave it a few gentle stokes.“I saw how you looked at her” my wife continued, “and it didn’t upset me… in fact, it did just the opposite. It turned me on to see you looking at her right in front of me. I was your look as you took in her body. To know that you and I, together, might get to share her…. That I might get to watch you do things to another woman... “I was rock hard at that point, yet wondering if my wife really felt this way.. He intended to take care of Betty's spanking by Jennifer in study hall but she didn't have to know that yet. He wondered what her parents would say when they found out.The three of them headed off for the next class.Jennifer let Paul take lead, lost in his thoughts of all the possibilities he had available to him. Jennifer slowed down, letting Paul get a still greater lead. She wanted to have a word or two with Betty and would rather Paul not hear. She pulled on Betty's arm rather hard and.