She was half laying on me. Sometime during the night, we had moved the coffee table out of the way and spread the comforter on the floor. I was too ac...ustomed to having a blanket or sheet when I slept, so part of me was covered with the one Jordan had worn from Danielle’s. I ran a hand from Jordan’s shoulders to her bottom. She was exposed to the world, or, well, the house. I wondered briefly how she slept when at home.My memories of the night were a blur, alternating between snoozing and more. For marks case, he kept it a secret till i told him i knew he is fucking Karyn when we were playing golf and told him i would love him to fuck my wife as long as he keep it between ourselves and not allowing the entire group of friends to know about it. he was surely not convinced that i would allow and even felt that it could be a trap. I may beat him up or file for a divorce. he didnt want to break our marriage.In order to prove i meant it. I got them in my house once and i made my wife drank. Punishment or training on the racks is brutal. I watch as the three teen boys, whose hands are tied around a bar that goes behind their backs. The bars lock into two metal poles. Each teen boy is positioned slightly bent over with their legs staked three feet apart. Naked and with their peniss hanging down. All women workers are required, when passing the racks, to suck one of the boys peniss until he cums. As they walk to and from the fields, we have learned that the average teen will cum. .."He took another step. He reached out with one hand, taking hold of the tie sash to the robe. She trembled, but did not brush his fingers away. He pulled, freeing the knot. The front of her robe fell open. Her breasts heaved when she breathed deeply, shivering with undeniable excitement.His gaze ran up and down the broad expanse of flesh revealed by her open robe. Intimately he probed the sandy-blonde bush covering the feminine mound of her pussy. Droplets of oozing juices clung to the silky.