I spoke to them online before I arrived here and they seemed really keen and also rather experienced. Friday night came along, I met them at a bar in ...own after dinner. Lots of photos were exchanged beforehand and they looked like their photos. I told them I was bi and they said that the husband is ‘open minded’. After just one drink we were getting along fine and the wife asked if maybe we should head back to their place for another drink. It sounded good to me as I was getting a hardon in my. I quickly cross my legs, blocking him entry to my cunt. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU LIKE THAT NOW?!?" my screams suppressed to squeals as I start crying begging him to stop. SLAP! SLAP! His hand beats against my sore bottom as I feel him suddenly stop. I let out a breath of relief when suddenly I feel his hands slide my panties down to my ankles. I quickly squeeze my legs together but it was no use. His strong arms pried my leg apart and he raised my right leg and tied it to the leg. This isn't the first time I have tried on Ellen's clothes. On days home alone I have raided her lingerie drawer more than once. I make my way to our bedroom and lay down on the bed in front of the mirror, i spread my legs and see the bikini bottoms outline my hard cock. My hand is working it up and down...I close my eyes and let out a moan...my hand keeps jerking my cock...my mind drifts back to the posts..."lick that cum you sissy" I lift my legs and say "fuck me, fuck my ass, give me your hot. Your people are all happy, business is going good, and for fuck sakes, man, get a fucking secretary or something! Your books are a fucking mess, and the guy running the place almost tore his hair out trying to find shit!'I laughed, the scene was hilarious. There was me, telling me off! I shook my head and said, 'Okay, pal, one secretary coming up! Pass on my apologies. I didn't realise how bad things were. I had my system, and it worked for me. I'll get that shit sorted out when I get.