For a woman over forty she was very attractive even without her clothes. Peter enjoyed her company as much as the sexual experience. Helen was just go...d fun whether in or out of bed. Saturday morning the weather turned just plain nasty. It was snowing almost hard enough to be a white out. The twenty five mile and hour wind off the lake made it just plain brutal. Since it started to snow the night before while they were eating dinner, Peter had stopped at a donut shop on the way home from. I felt a whoosh of air followed by an incredible crack of woodagainst flesh. My flesh. A lightning bolt of pain shot through my assfollowed by another. And another. And another. He wasn't giving me anykind of warm up. He started right out beating my ass full force. Iscreamed and strained against the handcuffs but he just kept it up. Whack!Whack! WHACK! "Please sir! Please!" I realized it was me screaming andbegging but it just seemed to turn him on more. He beat every inch of myass. This long tongue was lapping at my prick, wrapping around it on each stroke. There was warm breath accompanying the licking. I couldn't believe the talent in this tongue. The licking stopped, then a second tongue joined the first. Then the head of my cock was enclosed in a warm mouth while the other tongue kept licking the shaft. Wait a minute. This felt to good to be a dream. No one had this good an imagination.I opened my eyes to see Sam's mouth wrapped around my cock while Les was lapping at. I, of course, had noticed that the maid was a very beautiful young woman, but usually my appraisal was less than energetic. The large firm mounds swayed beneath her as she reached and grabbed the small bundles of garbage, a sight that greatly incensed me. I could see much of her breast, minus the sight of her nipple, a part of her upon which I eagerly imagined.After several enjoyable moments of this sight, she looked up directly into my eyes, her hands and knees still upon the floor. Silence. I.