Her toes running down the shaft made me grow harder and I let out a moan.'Mmmm' she said 'you like that?' and brought her other foot round so my cock ...as standing proud between the arches of her feet. She began to gently run her feet up and down my cock. She got in a position so her soles rubbed the based of my throbbing penis and her toes teased the purple head which was already glistening with precum.I was able to reach over to her pussy. With fingers outstretched I began to rub her. We start off slow and hard as I can't help but whisper and moan as I slide deeper and deeper into her . I start to get louder, Pump a little harder, I grab her much more firmly by the hips as I pull her into me and she grabs onto my wrists to steady herself. The men standing by the entrance and having a look at us are staring intently now , I can see them jacking off in the corner of my eye .I can't control myself by now what were whispers are now deep guttural moans and " yeah baby"'s escaping. I didn't fuss at her, I knew she'd tried and I knew she'd blame herself for her failure without me adding to it.Deciding to put a more pleasant spin on the day I gave her a little smile and said, "well, now that you've emptied yourself, why don't I fill you back up?"A smile crossed her face and before long my cock was buried in her, providing her with a new reason to need a shower.----------------------------------------------------------------PRACTICE PRACTICE. ’ ‘What is it dear?’ ‘Twenty years ago I made a promise to you that I would never again turn a woman into a bimbo. I promised to give it all up for you.’ ‘And I love you every day for that sacrifice you made for me.’ ‘And I wanted to make that sacrifice for you, but I am weak. There were times when I strayed from my promise to you. Those sketches are a reflection of the guilt I felt each time I have given in to my weakness and turned a girl into a cum-slurping whore since we have been married.’.