She walked from the bedroom, where she had found herself alone, into the room with the bar. She needed a drink. She found a bottle of mineral water in...the fridge. She drank it down, then looked about her. Naomi lay curled up on a leather arm chair, her dress and G-string littered the floor at her feet. Tracey lay on her back on a sofa, her one leg over the sofa’s back, the other on the floor. Her dress bizarrely folded neatly on an adjacent table. Her silver G-sting torn, still about her waist.. Her eyes closed she couldn't stop herself from stroking that cock she knew so well. Next, she found herself on her knees with her husband's cock head just touching her lips. The sound of the camera driving her on.Pete, showing superhuman control, backed away from his wife, who now almost seemed in a trance, and took the camera from Don. "Stand with Karen," he instructed Don. In two steps Don was helping Karen stand up. The nude wife now was held in Don's strong arms, leaf debris clinging to her. Then she returned the phone to the pillow next to her head as she listened to me fucking my hand.“That’s it, darling! Masturbate for Mommy! Jerk it hard! Remember how I stroked you!”“Ohhh, Mom,” I cried out. “Ohhh … Mommy I’m masturbating so good for you!”“Yes, honey, yes,” she said, “Masturbate …. MASTURBATE! Masturbate for me!”“uhh uhhhh!”I groaned and jerked and cried out to her, imagining how she was jilling her pussy in response. We were masturbators masturbating together! I didn’t know. ‘Yes,’ I say. ‘Gently,’ I say. He’s pushing ever so gently now. ‘Five inches to go,’ he’s counting down, ‘four. three.’ If I would have words for the sensation. Perhaps we need so much sex because we can’t really describe it. ‘Two,’ he continues, ‘one, done.’ I groan in reply. ‘I’m in the tunnel of pleasure,’ he waxes, and there’s’ a brilliant light at the end of it.’ I’m still hurting, but something in me wants him to stay. ‘Gently,’ I say again. He’s going in reverse, slowly withdrawing.