“It’s just a bit cold.”She stabbed at the ham.Clink.“How many coats of glaze did you apply?” asked Eric.“Just… umph!...” Carie grunted...as she tried to saw through the ham as if it were protected by a glistening force field, “... just a couple… umph!... maybe four… uhrr!... or five...”“Glaze?” asked Yana.“Usually brown sugar and butter,” Eric said.“Ooh! Like pig lollipop!” Yana exclaimed. “We should all lick!”Both she and Millie rose from their seats ready to commit cunnilingus on the swine. "Let's go," called Kurt, cheerfully and led the other five downstairs out to the back of the house to the large, superbly manicured lawn in front of the glimmering blue waters of the big swimming pool.There, waiting for them, was the gloriously-bodied slave Idaho, her naked body suspended in leather ankle and wrist straps in a flogging frame with castor wheels at the base for easy mobility.Her heavy breasts hung superbly, her nipples erect, her shaved pussy - bare but for a small thatch of. While I tried to convince myself that she was trying to take my mind off the bridge in Kansas City, I suspected there was another reason. She'd been doing it for Pete Munson. Now she was trying to assuage some of her guilt by doing it for me. My wife was a beautiful young woman and an excellent dancer. I tried to relax and enjoy her strip tease, but I ended up having to pretend. I couldn't stop imagining her doing that same dance for her asshole lover. Once Katie was completely naked she. OMG what is happening to me, I feel delirious and almost faint with pleasure.I hear you breathing hard. I am aware of you undoing the gag. Maybe you will let me go!! I only hear you say "my turn".I feel something brush my lips, skin??I open my mouth slightly and you push forward, enough for me to smell your scent and then taste the salty liquid that is warm and has beaded on the tip of your cock. You slide further in, I feel like gagging , but I don’t. It’s almost like I am in trance as I am no.