Michele had rolled her son over and straddled him in the classic sixty-nine position."If you rip my skirt or ladder my stockings David you'll get a go...d hiding!" she whined, exasperated by her son's impatience."Oh yes please Mommy," David chuckled, his muffled voice came from under her skirt."Of shut up and lick me," Michele sighed, and lowered her face to her son's throbbing cock.Michele gently ran her fingertips along David's shaft admiring the contrast her ruby-red fingernails made against. I took one look at it and said to myself… “Whoa… there’s no way Ann can take that!” He positioned himself carefully. Ann then reached out and grabbed his muscular butt with both hands making a loud slap noise. He plunged into her with one long, deep stroke. Ann gasped and made a noise like she had been punched in the gut. A second later, I heard her laugh and say “do that again!” He slowly pull back then plunged back in. Ann responded with “Ooooh yeah… fuck me… fuck me hard!” I was sure the. The prostrate massager inside his butt plug will work him intoa needy state of release, but he will only get that once a week. Other thanthat, every day for a few hours he will be manipulated and teased by the massager,but not allowed to orgasm until the set time. And for that, I have him orgasmwhen he hears my voice. I record myself at a pig farm, a real pig farm, cooingand speaking softly to the pigs, and play this over and over right before theprostrate massager works its magic. He will. From clothes brushes to hairbrushes. But it surprised me when my wife and Sue sat on the wooden chairs as opposed to sitting on our nice sofa.Then Sue said, “You told me that you like to spank Clyde with a hairbrush, do you want to try any of these.” Now I knew why she had invited this brush saleslady over to our house. She wanted to try out some new spanking tools on me. Now my wife usually spanks me on the bare behind, and I thought it would be different with Sue being here.“Clyde, pull.