Three swapswith her large black paddle and I was pushing my youngmistress ahead with my face deeply in her rear. Outside, they took us over to the fau...et and made usstand while they got a hose and started washing usdown. Both of us were shivering from the cold water andtrying to cover our most sensitive areas. When it wasdone, we had to run in a circle to dry off as theylaughed at our plight before telling us to get back inthe house.Both my wife and I were bent over Mistress Jan andGayle lap. I think you must be her first boy to have sex with." Um, well, actually, we aren't having sex ... we haven't done it." You haven't? I surely expected, after seeing your picture that, well, I don't know why she doesn't, it appears to me that you have everything that's needed to make her quite happy. Sometimes, Frank, I really just don't understand my daughter. If I were her, well, it would be different."Then she lifted her hand and wrapped her fingers around my dick stroking it back and forth,. The recording faded out to black.The cut-away switch cycled. Jane gasped the smoke filled air and her back spasmed. She arched back in the chair lifting her buttocks off. She closed her eyes tightly then blinked taking in the room. Munda Mukul, the muscular Hindi man, who smelled of curry and cigarette butts, sat in the corner of Jane’s ‘Studio’ office. To his side he had Jane’s cheap glass ashtray. Its rim was lined with the cigarettes he’d chain smoked while waiting. Jane sat up from. She grabbed Helen's hair, and marched the naked blonde to where her husband sat."Lie across his lap, belly down, Barbie. I want him to get a good view of your nice plump ass."Helen did as she was ordered. She could feel the prickle of Mark's pubic hair against her side and detected the moist tip of his growing erection pressing softly against her bare stomach. Mark's hand softly cupped one of her breasts where it rested against the outside of his thigh. She heard the scrape of a wooden chair.