I could have been really screwed if she had walked in just one minuteearlier. I would have been standing there in just the panties, andprobably no amo...nt of explaining would have recovered the growingrelationship we had. Thank god my pants were back on, and, uhhhhhhhh, OHSHIT!My jockeys! They were still on the bathroom floor! Jackie might not knowanything about the panties missing from the top of the pile, but she sureas hell was going to notice my underwear in the corner! I was screwed.But. Some times I like it rough, to have him use my face, my only purpose an object for him to thrust into in order to orgasm. Other times I lovingly suck him, getting him to his full size before penetrating me. There is simply no limit to how many different ways I can enjoy sucking his cock, but I think my favourite is to tease, to worship, praising his manhood with my mouth and tongue making it so he orgasms not because he desires to do so, but simply because there is no stopping it. This is on of. My husband is no longer engrossed in shop-talk. He is watching me, watching us. Watching Tom finger-fuck me. So are the other men at the table. At that moment, Tom's fingers drive me over the edge and I cum. Eyes wide, mouth open, my body tense and taut. My husband's eyes are locked into mine. He watches intently as Tom's fingers work to sustain my orgasm as long as possible. Tom slowly slides his fingers out of my cunt. The tension drains from my body and I slump against him. He pulls me. She was in such pain by now that she probably could not have eaten anything anyway. Archie had taken the paddle away from Horsey, but the pimp seemed to blame Sally for all of his troubles by the way he was taking out his annoyance on her. He would still occasionally take a break from eating his sandwich to slap her ass with his bare hand.After lunch, the men indulged themselves with approximately three hours of fucking and blowjobs. Sally did her best with the blowjobs because Horsey.