I walked downstairs to greet my wife as she was taking her black high heels off her beautiful feet. She was dressed in classy stockings, short brown b...siness skirt and cream colored shirt. "Hey, lovely how was your day?" I said and stepped to her to kiss her lips. She looked me in my eyes and said with a tired voice, "Ugh, it was a tough meeting. A bit boring but I'm glad I made it." I smiled at her and offered her a glass of wine as the oven bell rang. "Just in time for dinner," I said to. “Now, carefully pull the scalpel out.I was nonplussed, then I realized the green plastic was a sheathed scalpel. I pulled it out. The sheath was glued to the inside of the purse. I looked at Mom and said with a bad british accent, “Okay, Q, nice knife?”“Heh, It’s the latest in surgical implements, Bond, not a knife. Use it to cut not stab, if you must. A girl needs to protect herself with more than rubbers.”I studied the blade and Mom. The kind warm woman who raised me was all business now. I. The kids had already gone to bed hours ago and I had pants in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my pants a little while ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn’t have any underwear on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Thomas’ basketball shorts out of the clean laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn’t care. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard the front door open. I sprang to my feet to see Mr. Thomas’ walking through the door.“Hey Michael, sorry. This injection would make me hard for 2 to 4 hours without even touching it. Janet said she wanted me walking around with a hard-on that ached but I couldn't touch. She had me serve them drinks and lick their pussies as they talked. Occasionally over the next hour one would whip my ass or give me a teasing squeeze, which either one made my already hard cock throb. Stacy got up and asked if she could try on the strap on. Janet said yes and as she was trying it on Janet whipped my ass until it.