” with that we all went upstairs. Nicole went in to our room and Alex dragged me into the spare room (which was just a mattress on the floor.) Alex ...aid “your all mine tonight boy and I brought plenty of lube and a ball gag we don’t want people to here you screaming like a little bitch do we.” He handed me the ball gag and I place it in my mouth while he lube up his cock, he then told me to get on all fours while he lived up my ass. I could hear my wife’s muffled screams coming from the next. I was pumping my fingers in and out of my still aching honeypot, moaning and eager as I looked back into the lens of the camera filming my every move. I fucked myself harder and harder, listening to the squishing noises of my pussy juices as I pressed against my swollen g-spot. I felt myself climaxing once again, and I lifted up my shaking hips, spreading my pussy lips wide open with my other hand before finally rocking into a screaming orgasm. As I collapsed, my cameraman took out a. “Damn that hurts,” I muttered while looking around for who had inflicted this indignity upon me. And there was Sandy with a towel in her hand, the obvious culprit. She was standing there naked, grinning, while twirling her towel getting ready for another strike. Sandy was rather short but God had made up for it by giving her a well developed chest that was out of proportion with her diminutive figure. She was also the most immodest person I had ever met. She seemed to be just as comfortable. I was off the road for the week and I had the opportunity to observe Carla more closely. I was at a loss to explain her sullenness. I could see no evidence that she wasn’t healthy or that she was under pressure for some unknown reason. I wondered about her health. Had she been given a negative diagnosis by some doctor? Had she run up some debt that I didn’t know about? What the hell would cause her to turn off me? There was one other possibility, of course. My travel kept me away ten days of.