Then they try to act normal when they greeted Lynn, her daughter, clothed and clean.Monday morning, the routine is as regular as possible. Off to work...and school for the rest of the family. Candice is finally alone with her thoughts. What should she do? Social norms dictate that his mother stop fucking Bill. She knows she would rather cut off her right arm. She won’t divorce her husband, stripping the family of his company and, more importantly, his income. She knows that if there were a. She maintained eye contact all the way down and kept it up except for brief glances while she unhooked my belt and worked on the fastenings of my pants. She parted the zipper, tugged my pants down a little, smiled, and then looked down.Her eyes widened and she gasped when she saw the bulge in my boxer briefs.“Oh my god,” she whispered. Before she even finished the exclamation, she pulled down my underwear and fished out my erect organ. Two brief, amazed gasps escaped her as she took my cock. The house was still not clean, dirty dishes still filled the kitchen sink but the laundry was done, at least one load. My fat ass wife was bent over trying to pick random junk from the dirty, stained carpet."It needs to be cleaned." I blurted as I noticed her fat, naked hips under thin, white cotton panties. At one time her ass was barely 32 inches wide, tight and delicious. Now it spread to almost 44 inches.Her buttocks had accumulated lot of loose fat that dragged her whole ass down. Her fat. "Oh, face up, I think," the man said. "Got any nipple clamps?"Nipple clamps?!"On the wall, over there," the woman pointed."Ta."They undid the cuffs and cuffed me in front, picked me up and put me on another ... horse? On my back. It was just long enough my head hung off one end and my tail off the other. They buckled me down again. With my legs spread and dangling it was not comfortable. Then they fastened my ankles to ropes hanging from the ceiling and removed the bar. I was wide spread with.