I then opened her butt cheek and saw her ass tickling like it was inviting me to lick it. I liked it and liked it and liked it until she came. "Honey,...you at least do this better than daddy does", she said while catching her breath. She then said "We can have your sister sleep upstairs and daddy in the guest room. This way he will be just across from the room from us." I knew she was teasing me. I was mad when I first found out about my high school sweetheart and wife being in an i****tual. It was a historic looking tourist court from the forties. It was updated to a bathroom in every unit instead of one in the center of the walk in courtyard. They had resisted the urge to turn the courtyard into a parking lot. It made for short walk, but it added a lot of charm to the place. I found the place thanks to Madison. She noted that I could afford the almost a hundred bucks a night for the little apartment style cabin. Some of the cabins were duplex units, but mine was all one unit. It. He spat into my hole and started working his hand into me laughing as my hole easily opened up around his hand and wrist. I don’t think he had ever fisted anyone before because he kept laughing and saying fucking look at that. once his whole hand was inside me he started to wriggle his fingers tickling me from inside before fucking my hole with his wrist. Then he opened the door of the cubicle and said to the men at the urinals come and have a look at this. I was so embarrassed I wanted to. ” As I looked around, the fear fell away, leaving me wondering about other things. I wondered if any of Diana’s staff was programmed like she was, and, how, exactly, her programming interfaced with mine. I was thinking about Andy’s programming, concerned as to her reactions and about what the mistress was doing right now to my beloved sex goddess. I must admit I created a few lovely fantasy pictures of Andy as I hung there.I did not realize Diana had returned until she yanked the whip from my.