Another jolt and she jumps again, her tits flopping to her shoulders before crashing down so hard they flatten out and rebound like rockets at liftoff... Her breathing is heavy and she tries to bend forward, to cup her shifting breasts, but the rope around her neck doesn’t allow it and her arms are locked cruelly behind her back. She tries again to plead, to catch her breath, but the current punches the air from her lungs and she screeches bloody murder instead.Wobbling dangerously on the rope,. Hey, I found it a turn on to think that my own wife might be jacking off guys and becoming extremely familiar with all the penis variations.She dropped into the parlor the very next day. It was decked out with Acid Trip art, strange furniture, wild colors, and had a strong incense smell. Two girls were up front. One was taking a customer into the back rooms, and the other greeted my wife…with wide eyes and surprise. Not only was my wife known to the girl as “the runner who goes by. I pulled up her shirt and played with her nipples as she sucked off the second cock. She finished the second cock and kissed me like I did for her.A third cock came through the hole. I started to play with it like I did the first. This cock was a little eager to go and blew his load all over my shirt. So I took off my shirt and Tina took this opportunity to tease and suck on my tits. Since the guy that came through the hole was a quick shooter, I took the next one as well.This guy had some. "Georgie is going to beat you now with ariding crop. It's going to hurt. A lot. She's going to beat you fifteentimes. Three for each of us; and with every stroke I want you to say,'Thank you, Miss Georgie, for beating me. I deserve to be punished. I am aninsolent maid.' When your punishment is over, you will then curtsey to eachof us and apologise. Each apology should be unique, address the way inwhich you have offended and how you intend to put it right. Understand?" Inodded mutely."I shall be.