You fucking bastard you can do better then that, fuck my ass like you hate me.With that he flicked the nipple clamps with his fingers.You fucking bast...rd you better watch out for your balls.You won't hurt them that's part of where my sperm comes from that you love to taste so much.I took a look in the crowd. Holy shit there was my br(o)ther standing watching us. He had a smile on his face and a big hardon. He kind of waved to me.I got off the stage and went over to him. Hi, I'm glad you came.So. .." he instructedme, and almost trembling of fear, I did it.As my asshole gaped a bit, he advanced again, and I cried aloud at thefeeling of his huge glans getting inside me. "Oh, please! Stop, please!",I begged, feeling as if the muscles of my asshole were about to tearbroken. "Is it painful, my sweet pie?", he asked me close to my ear. Inodded with tears running down my cheeks. "But do you want me to be yourman?", he asked me, licking my earlobe. I nodded again, still crying."Then you better. I returned to the couch. As much as I hated the thought of embarrassment, I now craved the sensation her touch was creating. I positioned myself as I was before leaving. She started running her fingers up and down my right arm. I felt the rush down below again - a combination of longing and unsatisfied craving. Then the wetness. I wasn’t sure if she was doing this on purpose or simply being affectionate, but I excused myself again. I followed my same clean-up routine and headed back to the. " Right, but I do have to warn you, Gloria will be presenting the second part of the proposal herself. Can you handle that? Can you talk to her one on one without losing it?"Even if I decided to reject the offer Frank was making, and that seemed likely, sooner or later I would have to talk to my wife. I agreed that Gloria would be allowed to make her pitch.It was easy to see why Frank was so successful a businessman. His sales pitch was damn good."That prenup is dead, dead, and dead, whatever.