I would bring you to the brink of your first climax with my hand, but I would carry you over with the most intimate of kisses. These would not stop, t...ough. When you told me that you were at the brink again, I would enter you gently. I would stroke within until you came again, and I would go on if I could resist.My climax would be the signal for us to play all the games of mutual petting we have learned. I’m certain these would be delightful. And I would try to express my delight while I was. Once she had left Anya patted the table beside her for me to climb up, "Come on missy, let's get started."Sighing I laid down on the table, it was obvious she intended to put me in a dress, and fighting the whole way would be a waste of time. After all this was for Sheena, and I couldn't deny my beautiful new wife anything, and this might just be outrageous enough to win that contract. I readied myself as Anya pulled out a jar of warm wax and started to spread it over my fairly hairy leg, just. “Oh!..I…umm…er…” I beganoh, excuse me!” she said. “I was coming to clean the room. I didn’t realise you were……”. She tailed off, realizing what I’d been doing. She looked from my face down to my cock, to my jazz mag and back to my face. “You were….busy.” It’s funny, but I had often imagined a similar scenario when wanking – that of being discovered whilst in the act of masturbation, and I had always found it a big turn on. The reality appeared to be somewhat different. My cock appeared to be. Julie’s eyes went grey as she said, still in the same low tone but with steel interlaced through it, “that wasn’t a request sweet cheeks, unless of course you would like me to send this video of you spunking all over vicar’s garden to your darling wife.” Then turning on her heel she went into the kitchen without even bothering to see if Craig was following her. “Hiya Marge,” shouted Julie, “found this one lurking outside so thought I would bring him in for a closer look and save you some money.