Jenny was standing, naked, in the center of the room. The rest of the people were becoming preoccupied with other things. Her husband was glaring at h...r. He seemed to think she was a common whore to do what she did. Jenny was helpless to correct his perception.Omar led Jenny to the front window of the whorehouse. It was about ten feet wide and built like a commercial display window. It had a high wooden bar stool on one side, and a five foot long love seat, or small couch in the center.Omar. I slowly got the towel hiked up and the boys hand started creeping up her legs. At one point I told her "Its a professional massage and no harm in getting your full legs massaged" and I just pulled off the towel.Little did I know that she was wearing a pink lacy panty that day. The boy who was massaging kept his eye away from the panty and was definitely having a good bulge as the sight of my wife lying in a pink hugging top and a pink panty. I was so hard watching my wife giving the boy an. Another favourite activity was to stroke those long, elegant, nylon-sheathed legs all the way up to her thighs. I’d rub my cheeks on them and push my face under her skirt and sniff her cunt through her pantyhose and panties. I’d rub my penis along her legs and if she was lying in a position that allowed me to do so, I’d straddle her and rub my cock on her panty-enclosed mound, taking care not to ejaculate there.I don’t know if mother ever suspected that I carried out these lecherous and immoral. He suggested that we have a fuck party tonight in the barn. I told that was okay as long as no one suffered any permanent damage and that Martha was my mate and not a sub. He understood.After supper, we gathered in the barn and I told my seven to strip because we were going to have a fuck party. James and Elaine stripped down and so did Martha and I. Martha came close and whispered, "What's a fuck party?" It's a party where everybody fucks and gets fucked. You have the right to say, 'no, ' if.