"And you're not just saying that because you want to feel up any of the wives yourself, are you?" Of course not!" I lied. "I just want to see you show...off for me." Good," she said. "Because I volunteered you to be the odd-husband-out. You'll just turn the lights on and off and take off the article of clothing."That was disappointing. I was really hoping to grope Christine a bit more. But at least I'd get to undress her, while also seeing my wife strip down and show off her body. So I. "That's me."Tom held out his hand. He was conscious of those around them. A small group, true, and people they'd never see again, but he was with three runaway children in a public area. They really should be leaving. After a moment's pause, Krissy's hand touched his.It was soft. Warm. Unfamiliar. He let go quickly, face feeling hot."OK, let's get everything into the car." He doesn't seem like a cannibalistic serial killer."Krissy tried to keep her voice low. The man heard, though. She saw him. Pulled off it holding it looking up at him with a smile as the drool and saliva hung from my lips. He grabbed the back of my head yelling out “fucking slut” and rammed his cock down my throat and I did what I do best sucking and making love to a hard cock. In a few minutes I tasted his pre-cum as it started to leak out letting if drip from the corners of my mouth. His cock tensed up know in was about to let go I grabbed his hips and took it all the way in. As it started to pulsate he pulled. I was at the top of the stairs when I heard the command; "FREEZE, PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!" I turned to see several plain clothed officers pointing guns at me. I put my hands on top of my head and was handcuffed. The officers led me down stairs, to the living room. After being frisked, sat down forcibly on the couch, and read my rights. I saw a female officer, her arms around the girls, leading them into the living room. I was taken to and sat down in the kitchen, where it was explained to.