I was going to be late arriving at Jen's office, but I didn't really care. Let them all get together and have their guns locked and loaded. At least t...en it would be a fair fight. I was more than ready for them. During the walk I worked out what I wanted to say, even if I didn't have a decision yet. I really did appreciate Irish Martin's heads up.When I left the mall, the bike ran out of gasoline. In the excitement I had forgotten to fill it up. Since the bike required oil and gasoline to be. All I had to do was set it up so that they could both serve my lover Jackson and I. After at least a half hour of fucking, Jackson pulled out of his wife and motioned for him to come closer. He looked funny as hell wobbling on those high heels and resembled a classic white sissy slut in his outfit of women’s cheap lingerie, flat ass, pale skin, matted wig, and trashy red lipstick. I pushed his head down on Jackson’s cock and made him clean up his wife’s twat juices and the cum my lover had left. We broked out the toys and fooled around, building that delicious swollen-fleshed sense of secual arousal that is a twilight zone in which you feel no tiredness, your mind is alert, your sexual organs including nipples, ear lobes and lips are alert to the slightest caresss or brush of a palm, and you are in the Zone of Eros. After a few hours of play, I was relaxing for a break when she started using a blue cock-shaped vibbrator on me, pressing it into my scrotum and running it full speed, then. “See his cock” I said, “I’ll whip it so hard he will agree to anything”. Looking over at Jon, “That I would like to see” he said. I looked at Jerry, then towards Jon, who still stood there holding his cock, then back to Jerry, “Would you?’ “Fuck yeah” was his reply. “You have a whip?” I asked him and sure enough, he moved off and went into the bedroom and in a few minutes came back out with a small single strand leather whip. I had meanwhile gone over to Jon, “did you like the show?’ I.