She yelped, and started to get up, but he pushed her roughly back into place."Count for me, wench," he said in a commanding tone, and when she remaine... silent, he struck her again. "Blows that you do not count will not be included in your punishment. Count!" One, Master," she said unsteadily, and then yelped as the next blow landed. "Two, Master," she said.After the third counted blow, Steve rubbed her ass again, and slipped his fingers between her thighs to her sex. As he'd suspected, she was. She dressed me in afunny looking bra, different from before, covering my breasts with a conelike cup with a hose coming out of each cup. I guess for the milk.She told me to put my head back and relax, this will not hurt. All ofsudden I felt this pressure, massaging of my breasts. This new bra wasmassaging my breast as both Bev and my Matron looked on with excitement.I looked down and sure enough, there was white milk flowing out of the bracups through the clear hoses. Oh my land, I am being. I have seen my porn movies in my time in which a guy is getting a blow job but this is my wife with another man’s cock in her mouth. I started feeling a sensation. Nancy whispered in my hear, look at Amy sucking on that cock. Amy stopped and laid back on the couch with her legs spread open. Les dropped to his knees and began kissing her thigh. He slowly made his way up to her pussy. My wife gave a moan that I have not heard in years. She wrapped her legs around his head to position his head. I felt ready, and I didn't feel any sense of guilt for what I'd just decided.Except for two trips we made to Proctor dining commons, Saturday night for dinner, and Sunday, in the afternoon, for a late lunch, Cynthia and I spent the next thirty six hours in my bed, fucking up a storm. She had exaggerated when she spoke of her itsy bitsy tiny little pussy, but it was certainly tight enough to provide all the friction I'd ever need. I came in her mouth, pussy, and ass. Tapping that ass was a first.