She’d never mentioned it though, which I think she would have done as she was very open about her attitudes to sex. Anyway a couple of minutes later...she came back and told me that Denise would like to do a threesome with me next time I came, if she was around!Unfortunately I didn’t see Fiona for a few weeks after that, because I was working and then she went on holiday, but when I did see her next Denise wasn’t there. She’d moved out. Denise had made a mistake at work, so big a mistake that. It hurt so much I felt like I should be bleeding. I heard the zip of his trousers being pulled down and the shuffle of his jeans falling to the floor, the buckle of his belt thudding against the floor. A minute passed when all I could do was brace myself for what was coming next, but it was not what I expected. I froze in shock the first time I felt the belt coming in contact with my ass. At first it felt like it burned, followed by the stinging. He struck again, I could feel the heat rushing. The scene that unfolded next was right out of the 50s as my wife and the professor sat on the couch sipping their drinks, chatting and finally making out. He unbuttoned her sweater and blouse as their kisses became more passionate and finally he undid her bra and began to suck her nipples. Liz was busy as well playing with his cock and playing the part as well by telling him how they shouldn't be doing this and how she hoped they wouldn't get caught.The game continued for quite awhile and. She gasped a few times for precious oxygen, holding her aching throat and then resumed her position with her hands at her side, looking very close to breaking into sobs. But she could not bring herself to cry – she almost never cried – she looked at him with pleading but resigned eyes, as though bracing for next indignity she would be subjected to. She did not have to wait long. Peter put his wet finger at the parting of her hair, just above her forehead, and started to slide down. Lily’s eyes.