I couldn’t help but stare at the site of my gorgeous wife and the anticipation of the hot, wild sex ahead with my hot wife, my private dancer! She c...ntinued dancing to the music as though to an audience of onlookers. I could tell just by the way she danced she was now in a world of her own. I can only imagine what was going through her mind. She moved and danced herself real close to me now lying naked on our bed. She proceeded to examine my naked body up and down a few times. She stared. .my fingers gently play with the end of the butt-plug as your hips move and gyrate against me, craving the hard cock that is so close but still covered.This could continue but we have other pleasures to explore together, so reluctantly I break our kiss and take a step back, to again savour the image before me...My DeeDee, dressed as I had wished and craved for, with the addition of thigh boots, such a welcome and arousing surprise. The image before me, so much more than I had imagined...my mind. "You've got to be fuckin' kidding me!" I cried. "You call that chopping parsley!" The cute pink-cheeked little butter ball was actually doing an awesome job, but I wanted to tell her off and spank her big bottom. And that is just what I did. They all knew I was just pretending. And they were determined to have fun at my expense as well. "Now to slice up some salami for the pizza!" cried a skinny freckly redhead, grabbing my cock in one hand and a huge butcher knife in the other. "Hey!". Actually, he's a very lucky man. Another inch or two and the bullet would have cut through an artery. He probably would have bled to death before you could get him here." May I see him now?" Miranda asked anxiously."Of course," said the doctor, motioning her in. "He's still pretty groggy and he needs rest, but you can talk with him for a few minutes."Dr. Welty stayed outside as Miranda went to Tom's side."Tom, Honey, it's Miranda."His eyes opened and as he recognized her, his eyes turned to.