A thumping sound. A guy came out and I ducked into his stall. Peeked through the hole and could see that my wife had her shorts off and was backed up...against the hole on the other side! Some anonymous guy was fucking her! I know many men would have been angry at their wife fucking a strange guy, but I was thrilled with it! It was the most erotic thing I could imagine, and she was totally engrossed. She pressed her finger at the whole and I helplessly pushed my cock through. I immediately felt. Remove your clothes!” Julian insisted, a bit rankled by the outburst and more than ready to put the man in his place.The middle-aged deacon, red-faced, did exactly as Julian commanded him, of course, and found himself exposed to the gaze of the church crowd, as well as of the intruders. Julian grinned, and then turned to Eric, who dropped his pants. Celeste’s father smiled savagely at the prospect of sodomizing this fundamentalist hypocrite, who suspected was a closet case.“Alright, cooperate. I took up my leather belt and began firmy slapping at her bound tits. "You like that don't you, you fucking slut,." I sneered at her.She grinned up at me even though she kept wincing as the belt hurt her swollen tits.After some time, in which my wife's bound tits began to go somewhat purple rather than the original red, I made her kneel, then lean forward with her ass stuck up into the air. I then lengthened out the amount of belt which I'd been using to slap her tits with and I now commenced. My entire body was literally covered with goose bumps."Next," was his only comment as he again turned and looked at me to make my next selection.I was determined to put a dent in his charge cards. Three hours later I succeeded. It took us three trips to carry it all out to the cab.You should have seen the cabbie's eyes!We made the slowest trip in a New York cab in history. Of course part of that reason just might have been caused by the fact that Jason again ordered me to discard my top as he.