At this point we needed to come up with another punishment if my wife lost again. It was established that the top overall winner, of the opposite gend...r, would get to do one sexual thing of their choice to the naked loser. Once again I was surprised that my wife agreed to this but she did and I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.It took a couple more rounds for my wife to lose again (at this point there was one other completely naked woman and two naked men, with me still in my boxers). My wife. Now knowing full well what this machine was for she regreted getting on it, she didnt want to die, but the thought of it did excite her which cuased her to become very wet greasing the sharp spit as it moved ever so slowly. Moving back into Jessicas line of sight she could now see the young man who reached down and cupped her chin in his hand you see my dear Jessica, I never intended to go away for the weekend, I knew that once you found my little Jessica 3000 you would not be able to resist. ‘You’re just like your father, ‘ Coach had said. Was he just like his father? He’d just seen his father fucking Miss Conklin and Lisa Dutille. He was upset but wasn’t sure why. Why did it upset him that his father was doing exactly what he, Rick, was doing? And why was he angry at the Coach for saying he was exactly like his father? He pulled to the side of the road and stopped. He wasn’t sure where he was. He sat there, crying. After what he’d just seen, Rick was sure it was his father’s fault. "Tell Darren to fuck you," I said. "It's okay." Fuck me," she said."Who should fuck you?" Darren!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Darren, fuck my little cunt!"It didn't take me long to cum with her screaming out his name, fantasizing that she was getting taken from behind by a guy I know she longed to screw. I still didn't know how much was talk and how much she really wanted it. During foreplay and sex, she was into it, but any other time, when I said I could find us another guy, she demurred. It.