When he did she said was expecting we were going to have sex in front of Dave. Then, Ernie bent her over and he moved up to her and slid his cock into...her and began to slowly slide it in and out of her. She said she was bent over at the waist with her head down. Then she looked up at Dave and he had taken off his shirt and was dropping his pants. She said he was hard and it was probably as big as Ernie's. Then he moved towards her. She lowered her head again and as she did, Dave walked around. She put her collar around my neck. It was inch and a half wide leather. She tossed a rope over the garage door rails above my head and tied the rope to a leach… Then snapped the leash to my collar. “I would put my hands up and hold on.” My balls and cock hung freely beneath me like obscene fruit… ripe for the picking She picked up a leather covered paddle and began. Every tenth blow she would stop and caress my bottom… finger my ass, scratch my chest. I was sweating. Her perspiration. A few seconds later she gasped and moaned. Experience told me she was having an orgasm. By then my mouth had found its way to Donna’s vulva and my tongue was in so deep it was beginning to stretch the muscles under my tongue. Once I retired to her clitoris Donna began a series of quick in-breaths and started pounding the bed while simultaneously raising her torso. She let loose with a copious amount of cream followed immediately by an audible squish of some kind. And from it another torrent of. It was all getting too much, then she let go of my cock, stuffed her hand in her mouth and let out an almighty groan. Her pussy muscles began to contract and I could feel warmth and heat in my mouth. I moved her forward, her legs moving sluggishly and then she was on her feet, her eyes a bit dreamy, smiling at me."Fucking brilliant, Pete,” she said.“Good, now turn around.”She did and I ran my hands down her back, gripped her waist and guided her down. My cock was standing to attention and I.