Then one night after making love she quietly said, "I think I am ready to do it."I was half asleep when I suddenly turned and said, "What did you just...say? Ready for what?" I think I am ready to let go and experience my ultimate fantasy in life." I felt an instant arousal and I said to her, "Are you sure about this? What suddenly brought this on?" I had been thinking about it for a while now, and my desires have grown to a point that I can't take it any longer. I am also getting older and this. She belonged to me now, and she knew it. I controlled whether she would cum and when. I was the giver of pleasure, just as she had controlled me minutes before. With two fingers I slowly fingered her asshole while I again ran my tongue over and inside her dripping cunt. Sarah pulled against her leather restraint and my makeshift ankle restraints, as she moaned, screamed with pleasure, and begged for more. For the second and third time, I brought her to the point of orgasms, but would not let. He was stuck in a passive role, but he was a bit more active than one might expect. Then again, Tamara did the same for Wendy as she got her backfield plowed by my sister. Luckily for her, my cum served as a rather nice coating of lube for her already gaping asshole as my sister sodomized her with glee.Of course, Tamara wasn’t gagged and her cries of ecstasy left no question that she enjoyed every last second of getting her bottom used by Wendy. Her resistance to slavery seemed to crumble a lot. . . stay as long as it takes.” A hug with a smile, followed by a gentle squeeze of his hardness and she was gone. John watched as Kate got into her car and drive away. He shook his head as the thought that he was being cuckolded entered his mind. It was almost as if he was trying to shake the thought away as the battle raged within. One part of him told him that he was imagining it all. Kate was just teasing him. She was a good wife. She would never do anything to hurt him. She was a faithful.