.. it's hard to focus, hard to think, my poor cock is painful init's prison, and my whole body aches... and yet.. it feels so right.As I'm still in my...reverie, Mistress, unstraps the strap on and pullsaway, leaving it deep in my throbbing as. I'm sure it's twitching... Ican hear her walking away and taking a shower, leaving me in my littleslutty world of bondage. She leaves me there as she washes her hair driesit and dresses, before finally coming over to me, and yanking the strapon out of my. They both asked me is my husband was in the Van …I did not answer them I just spread my legs wider so Fred had complete access to my soaking wet pussy while I devoured Bret’s cock while he grabbed my tits pinching my nipples. My husband was supposed to warn me if any cars or trucks were coming down the road. I was naked bent over deep throating Bret’s cock with my legs spread and pussy exposed with Fred fingering my soaking wet pussy when a truck drove by honking after he passed and never even. I felt helpless and defeated, yet terribly aroused. The kissing sounds stopped and I was certain my nightmare was over. They were whispering to each other but I couldn’t quite make out what was being said. Finally, I heard my wife softly say, “yes”, and then there was another thump like sound. The thump sound had come from the floor and was followed by a groan from Todd and then soft slurping sounds. My wife was sucking his huge black cock just a few feet away from me. All I could picture was. She slid the straps down, releasing her arms, and slid the bra around so as to make the catch easier to reach. As the bra dropped to the floor she grabbed her own breasts covering the nipples, but covertly tweaking them with thumbs and forefingers for an added thrill to the one she was barely containing within that last garment. The effect on her adversary was instantaneous as he squirmed in obvious discomfort from what had grown within his own pants, remaining seated clearly no longer possible.