’ b*****r, was I in trouble. I was afraid to even think of what my ‘lesson’ would be. I was sure that it would not be pleasant, but I knew ther... was no way she could make good on her promise that I’d want her to expose me publicly. Finally, we pulled into the garage. My wife leaned over and connected my wrist cuffs to the collar. After that she disconnected my hands from the headrest, giving me no chance to get free. She then reached into her big purse, pulled out a leash, and connected it. What?" Bob tried to say. "T ... to me? Wh ... why would you d ... do that?"The truth was that I could not think of any other reason that Mary Ann and I would have taken a video of ourselves masturbating, then sent it to Andy, unless it was the actual reason, that we were playing a sex game with our sons. And I didn't think Bob would be too keen on that idea.I knew Mary Ann's sexual horizon was expanding. I found Bob to be an attractive man. And Mary Ann had already told me that her son likely. The only sounds that we were making were those of her grunting, encouraging me to go faster and harder, our heavy breathing, and the sound or our thighs slapping together. I reached around a grabbed a hand full of tit and squeezed. She moaned again so I squeezed a little harder. Again with a moan, but a little louder this time. Next I grabbed her nipple and squeezed, hard. Her moan was even louder this time I could feel her fucking me back as our bodies slammed together. I pulled her nipple as. I pulled it further, increasing the pain and then twisted it. She almost shouted. I quickly released her nipple and waited for some time to let her relax. I then lowered the blanket to get a glimpse of her breast. She didn’t stop me. I pulled down the blanket slowly and adjusted it in such a way that only her right breast was visible. I covered her face too. There was not much light so I used her mobile’s screen light as a torch to see her breast. Her nipple was pinkish-red with some wrinkles.