There were dozens of pictures of Jeff in stockings and suspenders, on his bed, bent over the edge of his bed, standing up and on all fours. "He has a ...ice ass though doesn't he?" Nadine said as she pinched my nipples and began to nibble my neck. I began to get moist again as my nipples are my weak spot, which Nadine knew. "Get your panties off babe, I want to eat you," Nadine whispered into my ear. I quickly peeled my damp panties down my legs and rolled over onto Jeff's bed alongside his. We'll wait until the rest of the group goesaround a corner at which time you two will pop out to take their places,understood?" Agreeing that I do, she says "And do not give any indication youand the other person you'll be with are anything but two strangers taking thetour at the same time. At least not right away. if you to happen to strike upa conversation later on, that's up to the both of you." Assuring her Iunderstand the reasoning behind this precaution, we arrive soon after at whatis to. Of course, I was a good one to preach moderation with the whip, what with my two women showing very visible bruises on their asses and unable to sit without wincing for a couple of days."But, Papa! Does not the Holy Book tell us it is better to give than to receive?" she asked with deceptive innocence.I wheeled on her and again saw her eyes dancing merrily. She was enjoying this way too much. "Simone, the Good Book says many things, almost all of which have been, at some time or another, taken. The Sheriff here isn’t black, I’m pretty sure. He’s a stodgy old white dude that used to be in the Klan ... and he’s a Republican, but I repeat myself,” Devin pointed out, making us all laugh now.“So, what’s his name and how do you plan to give us grandkids? I don’t have any problem with you being gay, honey. Trust me on that. If you’re gay, be gay. It’s what makes you happy and ... well, gay,” my wife playfully asked Devin about grandchildren, while keeping it fairly lighthearted.“Sheriff.