Exactly 5 minutes - no earlier, no later. Every 5 seconds early or late will earn you two strokes of the cane. More than 30 seconds off either way and...you get 12 with the paddle." She shuddered and a pit opened up in her stomach. She bit her lower lip. Her mind raced. Part of her wondered how he expected her to pull this off, but then she thought of how often she had asked his permission to come and he had made her wait. But that didn't always work. She thought about 12 strokes with the paddle. Thinking I was imagining it I dried myself of and jumped into bed after about ten minutes I had started to nod of when I heard some footsteps entering my bed room and opened my tired bleary eyes to see the outline of a woman who lifted the covers and climbed in next to me “what’s going on” I said she placed her finger on my lips and shuffled herself down my body to my now limp cock and picking it up with her soft hands she started to rub me very gently before I felt her mouth close around me.. I positioned the foot stool and took my seat, my presence once again un noted, I watched on in disbelief. My wife was attempting to take his bell end in her mouth and she was doing a fine job of it. Her mouth stretched around it as he gently caressed her hair. She could take no more than the head and about an inch, but she persisted with that and he was loving it. Her hand never stopped in its slow pumping motion on his shaft. For quite some time her head bobbed slowly up and down in time with. I put on the shorts. They fit but were tight, squeezing in between my butt cheeks and giving me an embarrassing bit of camel-toe. I tied back my hair in a ponytail, and looked at myself in the mirror. I was satisfied with the way the polo shirt formed around my breasts, not leaving much to the imagination. The Slice Logo wrapped around my left breast and disappeared in my cleavage. In my real life, I had never dressed provocatively, but this undercover operation liberated me somewhat, and I.