Gail had heard through the very fertile company grapevine that not only had Jack been dipping his pen in the company ink with regularity, but apparent...y he had quite the implement. Gail was not a natural beauty by any means, and their age difference did not make her instantly attractive to Jack, especially since he had so many other vernal options, but there wasn’t any argument that Gail had the tight, athletic body of a woman half her age. Gail was a marathon runner, and a legend in the. Please, fuck my ass. It is virgin, David... you would be first in my sweet ass... anything, David, my ass... anything... but the whip! Not the whip!"The whip was horsehair... horrid horsehair... it would not cut her skin... but, it would leave red splotches... bruises... she would hurt under it... she would have pain... more pain than she could imagine... more pain than she thought she could handle...The cuts... the bruises... would quickly heal. But, the pain... the pain and the pleasure it. " Say, Jane," John grins, "why don't you have Sam gives you a hand with some of that stuff. I know it is heavy work. I'd help, but you know how my back is." I wouldn't feel right asking him. I mean, I hardly know the man," replies Jane. "I'll manage somehow." I'm showing his wife how to throw a pot, and I can tell Sam is bored," explains John. "I'm sure he'd be glad for a break, while I give her some instruction." I can just bet the instruction you want to give her!" laughs Jane. "You randy old. He had teased me mercilessly about wanting to stretch my arse. I wondered if he would remember that plug and where he first saw it. After all, what would he think if he realized his sister’s butt plug was stretching his wife’s arse, potentially in preparation for his cock?The two weeks they honeymooned in Tahiti passed excruciatingly slowly for me. Though I did love the photos I was sent. One naughty one featured my plug actually inserted in my sister-in-law’s arse. According to Maria, it was.