The three of them move in unison, fucking my Mistress and wife. In the darkness, one can hear audience participation as they watch the lustful sex sho... unfold before them. There are sounds of sucking and gagging, along with moaning coming from the audience and the four on the mattress.Liz stands up and moves in front of me, pulling her skirt up to her slim waist. Tammy slips from her chair and kneels in front of me as Liz turns so I am looking at her back. Tammy holds my cock upright and Liz. She told me she wanted to play and I allowed her to tie my hands behind my back. Next she tied a string to the padlock in my cock and then to the foot post on the bed. For her last treat she took a blue rubber ball and shoved it into my mouth. I suddenly realized how helpless I was and how immobile I'd become just standing there. "I got rid of your man underwear," she began. "From now on you'll wear the same pretty panties I wear... when you're allowed to wear any at all." She opened the closet. No rules tonight. Just this,” she says as she dips her face back down to mine and takes my lips in a deep kiss.The need for conversation seems to be gone as our lips take over, moving with each other’s in a sensual dance. As she brings her body above me, I can feel her tongue begin to lightly play with my own. It’s as if we both needed this— to come together intimately and romantically after the day we had. Right now, nothing feels rushed as we continue to let our mouths do the. Although I've spent most of my life in Los Angeles, where it's practically a crime to be as big as I am, I usually didn't have a problem with tipping the scales at two hundred pounds or wearing a 48NN bra. Most of the necessary things I do aren't athletic anyway. I work as a child-care specialist and a counselor for adolescent girls, and most of the time I enjoy being looked up to as the benevolent, nurturing "mother-figure," and not the muscular amazon warrior-princess or wafer-thin.