So we were sitting next to each other stroking our thighs. I became very uncomfortable because my penis was becoming erect and was trapped awkwardly i... my jeans. I leaned back and reached under my waistband to adjust myself and he took it as an invitation to take things a step further. His hand slid further up my leg and I felt him cupping my balls. My hard cock was straight up and he moved his hand up to where it was bulging my jeans and stroked me through the material. I reached up and felt. He rubs his cock against my core wetting the tip with my juices, each touch sending zinging sensations to my overstimulated clit. Again and again, he strokes me as I toss my head back and forth, clutching the bulky comforter in my fists.“Please stop I can't take anymore,” I glance at my husband and back at Brice, “please.” Brice must have read my desperation because he leans down, face to face with me.“Who has the control now?”I turn my head away from him, he strokes his cock again over my clit. .. Very funny. Now just give me some fucking pizza." Oh its not that easy." I pulled out a piece of pizza and walked over the bed. I sat down on the side and placed the greasy pizza right on her back. This way she could feel it but had no way of getting to it."Here's the deal. If you want to eat some pizza your going to have to do it the hard way" What the Fuck is that supposed to mean?" You'll see" I fucking hate you Brandon"I stood up on the bed and I walked over to her head and got on my. Probably just my upbringing.Now, I had experienced another lady bringing me to several orgasms, and I had repaid her the same way. Not only that, but she was beautiful.When I told Gary, my hubby, all about it, it drove him wild. It was pretty clear that both hubby and I wanted more of it, and we were both very impatient about it.Mary and I both had the same Master, and I was going to wait until I got a message from him, but when I hadn't heard from him for a few days, Gary urged me to contact.