What was it you didn't want me to see?” she asked, gently stroking his inner thigh. He looked straight ahead. “Well?” she persevered, slowly str...king towards his crotch. He reached into the bag, and, under the table, he showed her, in a clear plastic sleeve, a black leather tawse. She gasped. “Uncle Ted! You...” He reached again into the bag “And this.” he said. It was a black suspender belt. She looked at him. “You amaze me. You really do. What am I, your niece, or some sexual fantasy figure?”. The next morning she woke up before me. Her movement woke me up. I opened my eyes slightly and saw her looking at herself and me. She seemed to be shocked. I got up and greeted her.She quickly covered her boobs and pussy with her hands and said, “What happened?”“What do you think?” I said as I moved the blanket and exposed my naked body.“Oh god, no. This is so wrong. This shouldn’t have happened!” She said and started panicking. I went up to her, hugged her from the side, and kissed her on her. Watching her kneeling before his coworker was an arousing sight. He watched as she put her mouth around Dontrell’s thickness after getting it all slick with her saliva. As she continued, he found himself groping at his own arousal growing in his pants. His eyes shifted to Dontrell’s dark flesh as his wife stroked it.Frank imagined how thick that meant Dontrell was as he watched his wife attempt to take it in her mouth. The few times that she had gone down on him, she had easily been able to. Cindy chimed in with, “Me too.”I wondered what my best strategy was. I figured win the first, lose the second would work out best. That way, if it was their intent to screw, I’d have some recovery time.“Who’s going to play first?”“It’s my house,” Erin declared. “So I play first!”It seemed to me that Cindy was relieved by that. She might not actually go through with it, I thought. Not really a big deal, because Erin seemed much surer of herself.We sat down at the board and she had me select a.