With his other hand, he reached down to fondle his balls. They felt heavy, swollen with cum and aching for release, but something was holding him back... It wasn’t a lack of stimulation–his fingers couldn’t stop working pre-cum and saliva into his skin as he stroked and stroked (and where had the saliva come from? He tried to remember, but every time he chased down a train of thought, his hand slid back up around the tip of his cock and another surge of pleasure pushed it away.) He knew he should. Least, I know you’re clean when I fuck that ass.” He obviously wanted to scare me but I wasn’t frightened because I believed that if he really intended to hurt me, he would have already done so. I’d decided that I only had to do what he said — but also that I wouldn’t just give myself to him. Anyway, I still wanted to know one thing: Who the hell is he? Next thing I felt was something warm being spread on my ass and down my slit. Oh shit! He’s really gonna do it.I was doing everything I could. ” Resigning himself to another humiliating over the knee spanking, Charley just closed his eyes and said, “Yes, Miss Amanda.” Soon Amanda had his belt open and his trousers sliding down his legs. Once they were in a puddle around his shoes, her thumbs went into the waistband of his boxers. They were soon hugging his knees. It was apparent Amanda had done this before, many times. Charley opened his eyes and looked down at Amanda’s open cleavage and well formed thighs. They brought life to his. “Nothing, just thinking,” Maggie lied.“Well don’t know about you, but I’m wetting myself,” Cathy replied.“Me too,” Linda called across the room.They were all naked, their make up heavily applied, for a photo shoot. Phil had taken some pictures of the three of them, using his digital camera, but they weren’t what Linda wanted to send her husband. She wanted top shelf quality. They had checked out a couple of dirty mags, and the internet. No, they didn’t do any of them justice. Phil had done his.