She first gave me a disapproving look and I thought I might have gone too far. But she didn’t move her hands. In fact, she started rubbing his dick ...hrough his pants.I reached up and started rubbing my masseuse’s breasts. She then pulled her shirt down and exposed her tits, then bent over and placed her tits into my mouth. I sucked and licked like a newborn. She begged me to suck harder. I was so consumed with her breast I didn’t notice that my wife had pulled the masseur’s dick out of his. The thin cane had a crooked handle, the traditional style taking up most of the width of the package. Her sex clenched. She was about to get caned for the first time ever.He picked it up and handed it to her. She gripped the flexible length, fingering the smooth surface and small ridges. Steeped in respect, she handed it to him.He took his champagne to the couch, moving the packaging to the floor. She joined him.“Do you have any doubts?” he asked.“No. I've procrastinated all week. Don't let me. I responded to this by kissing further down her body. It was obvious she knew where I was headed. Her legs parted to give me access to her bare pussy. I kissed and sucked her, probing inside her with my tongue and circling her rather prominent clit.Her thighs clamped my head and she writhed and she tried to get me to pay attention to her clit. I resisted her, taking her to the brink of orgasm several times before lashing her hard bud with my tongue. She screamed as her orgasm coursed through. . and of just how his tears might flow with the prospect of what he faced, if only he knew... “Oh ... you’ll be made to pay for that, the next time we meet ... and you’ll know the extent of my forgiveness.” Michelle sighed, deeply in need of her favourite vibrator now; Xavier’s tease exquisite. She barked at her husband, not wishing to delay Xavier any further.“Kiss her feet slave! ... then come and kiss mine.” Xavier grinned with satisfaction as Mike plied his lips lovingly at the toes of her.