If I had her legs, I would too. Her hemline was always a little higher than business proper, but none of the managers complained.We met over paperwork...issues. One of the other girls warned me she was a little mercenary, a little too materialistic, but I put it down to misplaced jealousy, wooing her until she accepted my ring.The marriage was small but nice. We honeymooned in Florida, and her tiny bikinis always caused a stir when we hit the beach. I wasn’t bothered, because at the end of the. As she wiggles the straps off her shoulders the bra pulled away from her large b**sts. I reached up and pulled the bra away and the soft skin of her breasts sat fully exposed above my. I reached up and took one in each and continued to massage them, every few moments letting them drop from my grip as I gently slapped them and watched them bounce. She reached down between her legs and began to undo my belt and the zipper of the jeans I was wearing. After she had them loose she looked at me and. That’s next-level painful. At least according to Anna, who of course is our resident pain expert.We prepared four of these zippers, and now I’m clamping the first one on Kristen’s tits. There are about 15 clamps on each zipper, and her luscious breasts provide ample opportunity to fasten them. Her nipples are already occupied by the clover clamps, but I put several clothes pegs onto her aureola.The second zipper ends up on Anna’s tits. They are much smaller than Kristen’s, but I put the clamps. We all were getting comfortable and I asked him if would like Debbie to be his slut tonight? He looked her in the eyes and asked her what she wanted. “I am your slut tonight and any time you want me, I’ve missed you.” He looked at me and asked me what I thought of that. “Please make my wife your slut tonight Dale your always welcome here.” “I’ll join in later and we can make her our slut after while.” Dale I’m ready to be your total slut, she stood up finished taking off her clothes and it was.