All three of them were hard. They pulled me forward by the collar with the leash until I was kneeling over the couch. Next, my wife was also told to k...eel over the furniture so that both our asses were turned up and spread side by side. One of the guys brought out another pair of handcuffs, and I knelt while my wife was restrained the same as me. My mind reeled at the scene we had just permitted ourselves to be placed into. Next, two of the guys moved behind us, and I felt my ass being kneaded. Carol knew that she'd gone all out for him, wearing very little actually--just sheer black bikini panties, a frilly half-slip and the short black dress itself. It was too warm for pantyhose; besides, her legs were tanned enough to give the impression of them... but of course, that too he wouldn't see. All the same, half of any battle was in the knowing you had done your own part... or should she call it "conquest?" Yes... that was exactly the way it was shaping up, whether she was ready to. Fuck. I said under my breath. No time to clean off. I stated. No problem! Jake assured. He got on his knees and licked his cum off my face. It tickled but I loved it. I hurriedly dressed him and we walked inside. Inside was John. I heard everything. he said. Oh crap! I thought to myself. I never took off the microphone! John I..I… I stammered. Dont bother. Im not upset. I want in. was all he said. What do you mean you want in!? I asked, half confused, half interested. I fiddled with my shirt. The photo did not include my face it was a dick pick of me holing my small cock with only two fingers. “That’s your ring, your huge hands, and your dick!” She is giggling with my wife. “NO!” I half-heartedly said. She shows me another photo this time it was a photo of me after getting of the pool completely naked, a photo that was taken years ago by Cristina when we were alone at a hotels pool. This time there was no denying the fact that I have a small penis. Cristina took that photo because.