She blushed profusely when I laughed and teased her about being a naughty wife in his absence.After a few moments I asked, "Are you going to offer me ... cup of your great coffee or will I have to get it myself?"She blushed and giggled nervously "Of course Bill, milk and sugar as usual?"I smiled, "That's my girl you know what I like." as she slowly stood up from the table.I blinked at what I saw when Donna stood! My eyes went real wide and all those old feelings I had for Donna suddenly flooded. And then another, another and another. Eventually, 6 clothespins on my sac. She pulled on each one, testing each one to make sure it was tight. "Those balls are mine, and don't you ever forget it." Through the gag and through the tears I was able to mumble "Yes Mistress." Then she rolled my cock in her hand and again she said, very softly, "This cock belongs to me, doesn't it" I was so scared, I knew what was coming, but I mumbled "Yes Mistress" and immediately felt the clothespin pinching my. " He grinned. "But if you just have to get a tattoo here," he kissed her mons again, "then make it an oyster." Why?" she asked, sounding confused."Because I love eating them," he said, and dove in again to slurp at her pussy lips some more while she squealed and bucked under him. He got her close and moved up to work on her breasts with his lips, while he fingerfucked her through two more orgasms. By then she was gasping and dizzy and he had to stop to let her catch her breath again.Then he. As she rubbed at her crotch her mind drifted back to the day she got caught in her wife’slingerie. Letitia was at home wanking in Raquel’s two piece skyping to a fellow pervert inNYC. The door went she had no time. Raquel came into the bedroom the shock madeLetitia spunk up over Raquel’s basque much to the amusement of the New Yorker!After weeks of reconciliation the sex resumed but Letitia wanted to be a proper sissyslut and nagged on about it. Eventually Raquel gave in and agreed to “cuckold”.