..Why? How do you sleep?Dressed up, plugged and locked in a chastity...And your wife?She sleeps naked next to me...Must be frustrating as hell for you...It is, with her arms and legs all over me, exhausted from all theorgasms I gave her...But your... thing is locked!I use my mouth... And she calls my thing a "clitty"Ha, that is funny! Tell me more!I wake her up every morning by kissing her toes while staring at the keyfrom my chastity cage on her ankle chain and working my way up her legsto her. He had playing cards with him and asked if she wouldLike to play for a while. Asha was wary of him and wanted to refuseAnd started mumbling so. However, he brushed aside her feebleProtests and sat on her bed and began dealing. Asha reluctantlyStarted playing.Asha became aware of her flimsy nightie on seeing the lustful looksThat her father-in-law was giving her. She had worn this old nightieOf hers to relax and sleep in the afternoon. It was almost seeThrough now having been worn so so many. What you do.”“I’m sixteen. I like to have fun!”“Why are you dressed like that now?”I didn’t have an answer.“Is that for my Dad?”No, asshole, it’s for you. In order to communicate this to creepy Bobby, I stretched pushing my breasts out as far as I can, hoping my nipples will come to attention. They do. Bobby stares and is that drool I am seeing, running down his chin. Oh fuck!“I’ve seen guys grope you at parties.”I stare at him eyes flashing. He closes the distance.“I have no idea what. She felt her pussy muscles begin to milk his cock as it continued to thrust into her. He kept fucking her without pause, he grabbed her by the hair forcing her back to arch, “You like that? You like it don’t you bitch?” he called out.“yes I love it. Come on motherfucker, fuck me like the slut I am” Jacqui called back to him.“Your hubby told us you like to talk dirty, you fucking slut. Maybe he shouldn’t have told us all your little secrets. That way I wouldn’t know you love it up your tiny.