"Go on. What are you upset about?" "I feel like my wife is being violated." Do you feel violated, Gloria?", Al asked."I feel...", Gloria tried to put ...he right words together "...aroused", a pause, "...ashamed"."Oh, that's good. Mixed emotions. That's normal. How about you, Howard? Do you have any mixed emotions about this?", Al said, as he reached inside her blouse and started playing with her tits inside. "For instance, are you arroused at all. Be honest."It was true. He was having mixed. She took his hand, led him down the hall and into the guest bedroom, ignoring his excuses and trying not to grin as he held his unzipped trousers to his waist and his huge prod bobbled along before him like a knight's lance. She stepped out of her tiny underpants in stride, holding the doorframe and tossing them behind her, sat on the side of the single bed, smiled at the youngster, spread her legs, pulled up her skirt and beckoned him to come closer. His huge cock's eye seemed to be looking. From the corner of my vision I could see Brandon on the couch, his cock resting on an ottoman and part of the coffee table. Mark was nowhere in sight but the muffled whimpering coming from beneath the bed soon betrayed his hiding place.Shelly looked at him with disdain and told me, "He's a sissy. He's seen plenty of men fuck me, and sometimes I let him cleanup my cunt afterward, but this evening I wanted to show him how pathetic he is. He's not even a real sissy. I've let him suck my. Made it. I sighed and blew the loose hair out of my face. This day is going to be more difficult that I lead myself to believe.“Well hello there, are you lost?” His voice called out from his office and I had to force myself to look.“Oh...um… Good morning Sir. I didn’t know you were in. I…um… your car’s not in the parking lot.” I could feel heat spreading across my face as I moved my bag in an attempt to cover the shortness of my skirt.“Shit Rebecca, I didn’t even recognize you. I thought you.