T and Ron are sitting there chatting pulling the towel tighter around meMr.T looks up smiles Mrs.T your awake. Motions for me to come over to him taki...g my hand smiles sits me on his lap pulls the towel away exposing my breast he begins sucking and biting ,pulling causing me to moan my back arches leaning away from him pushing my breast into him forgetting we have company I push away standing dropping my towel straddling himwrapping my arm around his neck grinding into him moans louder Oooo. The weather was getting warmer, washing outside in cold water or eating under the watchful eye of Sally or Judith took on a rhythm that was almost comforting. Just to think, three or four months ago, that would have been humiliating, and now it felt routine. I had been there almost three months and had that evil device on me for all but the first few days but I’d learned to speak only when spoken to and that topic never came up but it tortured me several times a day, regardless. Part II. Tasty though it may have been in all its umami goodness, the unctious third shot was even longer and thicker than the second, my throat gurgled grotesquely as it chopped the load into four, five six different portions, almost chewing the seed more than swallowing it. I was still ingurgitating that shot when the next came and it was game over, I retreated with something that was half-cough and half-gag, losing all that was in my mouth, a little of what was in my throat, and possibly some of what. James built up his pace thrusting in and out of her faster and faster. Soon he was pounding into her in all out fucking of my wife. Her hips soon were thrusting up to meet his. By the look on my wife’s face, it didn’t matter right then who was fucking her, all that mattered was that cock pounding into her.That’s the short version of how I found myself kneeling on the floor next to the bed where my best friend was fucking my wife. The long version of how I came to be here after the last few.