That was her suggestion. I would talk to Mark at the table in the kitchen about this girl I know and that she was interested in him. I would ask him...if he would like to see her. I told her it wouldn't take much to get Mark charged up about this. Ellen asked again if I knew if he had ever jacked off. I was pretty sure he hadn't, but who knew. She took off her clothes. She put the shoes and socks on the floor, her panties, shorts and tee shirt on my desk. She gave me a kiss and said, "I am. My wife actually giggled. I couldn't believe it! He ordered me to put my hands behind my back. "When I strike your husband's belly, start counting," he told my wife. He then proceeded to cane my belly twenty times with my wife counting each stroke. I just couldn't believe this level of humiliation. I fully expected my wife to intervene or at least protest. But she gleefully counted. Mike then told me to turn around and caned my ass thirty times. The pain was immense. I wouldn't be able to sit. She yelled at me to keep sucking her twat. The sounds coming out of her mouth were evil and she cursed worse than I had ever heard a woman curse. Motherfucker seemed to be her favorite. As I fucked her with my hand and sucked her twat she jerked her body all around. I didn't know if I was hurting her. Then her husband appeared next to me and started instructing me on how to move my hand around inside her. I did as he instructed and she went crazy bucking her body around and screaming. He kept. As I did so I turned her around so her back was pressed against my chest, and as my hand ran around the front of her waist, I slipped my fingers down the front of her panties, instantly I felt the wetness of her pussy on my fingers, the material of her panties already damp from her excitement and anticipation. As my fingers began to probe her pussy, my other hand made its way up her tummy and under the material of her baby doll, until it reached her heavy hanging breast, gently caressing it.