Donna went about her tasks and gave me furtive glances. She didn't tease me with her eyes as she usually did. Often she liked to come to me when Mistr...ss was away and sexually tease me. I never had release from her since Mistress kept a cock cage on me and only allowed me release every few days, mostly by her hand, and occasionally in an all-night liaison as lovers. I sorely wished that Donna could get her comeuppance someday for being such a cock tease. I made my way to the discipline room a. But after today I'm not gonna ask who you're fucking and neither are you if I go elsewhere," Nat stated. "Can you live with that?" I dunno, Nat. Can I think on it?" an obviously shocked Wayne replied."Sure, take all week. But if you do say OK, you might want to consider a vasectomy so you can enjoy rooting without the frenchie," Nat replied.Whatever Wayne had been expecting, it hadn't been Nat being so ... reasonable over his adultery. He wasn't all too sure as to how he'd cope with Nat fucking. Standing straddle-legged in the burro's stall, she allowed the beast to tongue her cunt for a few minutes, squirming against his muzzle and getting even hotter as his meaty tongue slurped in her cunt-slot. But when her clit started to become explosive, she pulled away.She knelt beside the burro, who arched his head around and sniffed at her ass. His prick was hanging down, almost brushing against the ground. His meaty cock-knob was half-sheathed by his hairy foreskin. Taking his cock-stalk. Jennifer was definitely giving me the, “Do I Look Sexy,’ look and I had to make a choice. It was going to either supper or sex ... One or the other ... Jennifer’s buttocks were alternately squeezing Mr. Johnson as she squirmed around on my lap. Her attentions brought on his elongating shape and that was just what she wanted to see. Supper could wait. It was time to remind my wife that I had the power to erase her memories... For an hour we romped on the gigantic bed in our quarters. Jennifer.