Their cocks looked huge in her tiny Asian hands...I felt embarrassed and sat in a chair. Ryan looked at me and said "I guess your wife is ours tonight... and gave Chris a smile...and then my wife..to which she didn't deny. I was pretty upset, all I could do is sit in the chair and shake my leg as these two guys used my wife. I have only mentioned to my wife about being a cuckold...I had no clue she was just going to do this without talking about it to me first. We barely even knew Chris and Ryan. I was about to pull away from my lover’s cock when Nikki’s voice filled my ears. I don’t recall the exact words, but the meaning was clear. She wanted me to keep sucking the golden retriever’s shaft. I didn’t know why, nor did I care. Only one thing mattered and that was continuing the blowjob. So I kept sucking, making sure to keep my lustful moans contained. My lover’s cock, which had momentarily lost its rigidity, soon started stiffening again. Within seconds, it was once again hard as rock.. Like the paintingwe made squirming naked on that canvas which J. Michel subsequentlypainted on and painted over... which sold, just a few days ago, atSotheby?s auction house for $26.7 million dollars...I feel like I should get commission for that, don?t you? I mean, partof me is imprinted there on that canvas forever... and I can stillremember the three of us back then, laughing, snorting coke and heroin,drinking champagne... fucking in the candlelight... while David Bowiesang in the. "You are a very naughty man Signore Rivers," Sofia giggled."So I've been told..." Rivers gazed past Sofia as a parade of identicallydressed French maids filed out from the adjoining kitchen, each withtheir own trays full of champagne. Their high heels echoed throughoutthe large hall. Behind him, Rivers could hear the excitement of theroom suddenly go up a notch. "That's a very... interesting choice ofuniform."Sofia looked down at her body, acting as if she were surprised to findherself.