I'm by no means a perfect wife. I have a willful streak and when it gets out of hand, Daddy will tell me so, and if I don't rein myself in, he'll pass...sentence on the spot, usually by saying, "Alright, Cindy, it's clear that you need some discipline. Come with me." (if we're not home, he'll simply say instead that we'll attend to my discipline when we get home). My tummy usually does a little somersault when he says that and he simply walks into our living room. My feet feel like they're acting. What had she done to deserve this wonderfulness? Surely she was nothing special, perhaps he did this with all the women he met? At this point, her brain didn't care, her body was fully in charge. She felt him withdraw his tongue from her ass, and her pussy almost sighed as he withdrew his fingers. “Roll over.” Another command, one she was only too eager to follow. She did as she was told, her legs splayed, her long dark brown hair undone and spread out over the pillow. Her pale skin was still. They were drinking beer, they were a year older than us & looked old enough to buy beer. They made straight for us, we thought there was going to be more trouble but Dave said to us both that they were about sorry about earlier & they wanted to buy us a drink to make up for it, I said no but they insisted, in fact they kept buying us drinks . We all danced to disco music but when the music changed to slower songs Dave asked me to dance at first I said no but he said he was trying to make. She backed up to the window, stuck it thru hole and told me to try and pull the dildo out of her pussy. I grabbed it with one hand and gave it a pull. I DIDNT BUDGE. She clamped down on it so hard that I couldnt pull it out with two hands, and this was a pussy that was still slick from that lube she had used. She turned around smiling at me, and I had a new respect for this low end Hooker. She sat back down, lifted her legs till the dildo was pointing right at me, grunted, and shot that.