The three giggled like teenagers as they tip-toed their way. past the lounge towards the den. Fred stopped to listen at the slightly ajar lounge door ...s he came. to it. The beer had clouded his senses, but the deep, groaning voices from within startled him. back to sobriety. For a moment, Fred forgot that his friends were with him and burst in through. the door."What the fuck-" Oh my god, Fred! What the hell are you doing back?" cried his wife Patty, as she saw. her husband enter the room. Her. I pulled my skirt up and was about to remove my knickers when he asked me to leave them on.I was on fire and with only a few rubs of my pussy was ready to fuck my brush handle. Wayne came and sat between my legs his fingers working my clit as my brush went in. I was almost ready to orgasm as he pulled my brush handle out and started to lick my clit and insert his fingers into me. I tried so hard to hold back but couldn’t and instead came all over his hand. The orgasm I had was much better than. Of course, as with the listening device, Mike was not to know of the camera.She allowed Mike to come round whenever he wanted, three or four times a week, and to make love to her when he wanted, mostly in the hope of triggering jealousy in Gordon and thereby making order Mr Bennett take her to the salon again. But she had lost her enthusiasm for Mike's pallid predictable fucking. She wanted to be treated the way Mr Bennett did. Mike asked if he could have anal sex again, but Brenda told him no.. .?" Now, damn it!" he yells and i quickly roll over. Suddenly, his belt comes down on my ass with a crack and I cant help but let out a wail of pain. He repeats this four more times, laughing as he throws his belt into the corner of the room. "Okay. You can turn around now," he tells me and I do. He places his hand back onto my pussy and closes his eyes. "You're wetter. You were aroused by that, Stephanie?" he asks and I nod."Yes, Sir" Unbutton your blouse, Stephanie," Sir, I cant-" I start,.