As if to test my ability to stay quiet, he slapped my left ass cheek hard enough to make me gasp, then grasped the stinging spot firmly and ground dow... with his grip. I bit my lip but stayed silent, eyes screwing shut. A moment later he released me, apparently satisfied, and then I felt the blade again and recognized it. It was a pair of scissors, of all things. Craig cut with delicate care and concentration, removing first the crotch of my pantyhose until I could feel them beginning to split. Lord, I wish I could see it over my mountainous breasts. Mirrors. Wedefinitely need more mirrors. I'll certainly get a good view of it whenI watch the video Sherri is recording.Oh my, whatever Tom lacks in panache he certainly compensates for withenthusiasm. His oral servicing is relentless. I start pinching andreleasing my nipples.Tom's next move sends me over the edge. He squeezes his hand under myass. I lift it off the couch. He slides a finger in my pussy andstarts stroking it in. A finger slid into me as Bill whipped me continuously now.“MNNNNNNNNNNNNN how wet you are Mel. Your juices will flow more soon.” Her fingers started to stroke my clit. It was throbbing pulsating my juices indeed flowing. I did not notice but Bill had been to the box and from it brought some contraption that looked like two of those paper clips with springs. He smiled and placed the what I now know as nipple clamps one on each boob. They were joined by a thin metal chain. They were in complete. Quickly undressing she “entertained” Horas in the lounge room. I swear I saw his smiling as he humped her. I sat watching as wife and dog became one. Grunts and moaning and whimpering filled the room. It only lasted maybe 10 minutes and Horas was lying down licking his weapon and Cathy was in the shower. Of course I got my turn and then we both had a shower. I slept well that night.Monday dawned and I heard Cathy telling Horas we both had to go to work. She put him in the backyard and we had.