“Aww, poor baby!” she said. “You'll be all alone at home, wondering if some guy is trying to chat up your wife! Wondering if some hot cutie is t...ying to work his way into my panties. Will that make your little pecker hard? Knowing that some other guy might try to get into my panties? That he might want to fuck me?”“Jesus, yes!” I gasped.“Don’t worry, honey – I'm sure Christine will chaperon me.” Mandy gave a short giggle. “Unless I tell her that you're okay with me having a little ‘fun’, of. On arrival both girls needed to pee, but Trevor refused to allow them in the house, standing them on the veranda and telling them to remove their coats and outer clothing, then tying the ladies wrists, to a rope that had been left there by him over the beams before we had gone out They were forced to stand up-right on a cold draughty veranda in just a bra and knickers and to make things fair in Patty`s case a gag they were then told not to pee as the one who did so first would be punished. It actually made her job easier, as she could match the fucking rhythm with the lashes. Ben reached up and gripped Kitten’s throat, nearly choking her as he came. The man inside Fucktwat shot his load into her not long after, and Ben signaled she could stop flogging Kitten’s now badly bruised tits. Ben stayed inside Kitten for a moment, his hand still around her throat. Fucktwat felt herself being pushed down as the man behind her came around his get his cock cleaned in her mouth, as well as to. After that initial flurry of frenzied love-making, poor Princess settled into a housewife routine cleaning my place and even cooking me delicious meals that proved to me she would make any normal man a fine spouse. It was just the luck of the draw that saddled her with a middle-aged freak that confused happy tingles with satisfying a wife willing to do anything to please her husband. In a way it was sad for both of them but I was wise enough to keep my advice to myself and just followed her.