Her orders, it seemed, were largely monosyllabic. But not the next one. “Get it up!” she said. The Princess got off the pleasure couch and the sla...e knelt in the familiar posture ... nose to floor, bottom high. “My rod ...!” The Princess’s hand was extended. A slave-girl appeared and a white whalebone rod was placed in it. Belle saw that the grip-handle was of burnished gold. Five wristy strokes fell across the unfortunate slave-girl’s thrusting bottom. She hardly made a sound; she scarcely so. One by one each of the guys came filling each orifice with copious amounts of cum. Then I moaned as I shot my load on the hard wood floor. My moaning gave my presence away. All four people were looking at me as I opened my eyes. I don’t know who was more shocked. “Holy fuck,” someone said, “Its Debbie’s husband.” “Not to worry,” Debbie said. “He has been eating your cum from my pussy for some time. Now he knows where it had been coming from.” “Come in honey there is a fresh load of cum for you. Put this on first. It was something stretchy, that she explained that I needed to step through feet first through the neck part. And I had to take off my shorts. “Honey, come on, this is going too far”. “No, Dad, I have to see this through! I have been thinking about this since I was 13, and now that I have you this far, we need to finish it. Do it.” “Ok, get out of here.”, which she did and I put them on.It was a super confining garment that made my thighs way smaller, my butt poke up and out,. Sally, my wife was a high school guidance counselor and loved to play tennis. One day, she will make a good mother to raise our kids and help them in their sports activities. In her view and mine, kids playing sports teaches them a lot of lessons that can be applied to life. Working in a group and cooperating so the group will win together.Well, Sally had a fall playing tennis and tore a ligament in her knee. About my only choice for help beside JJ was my second cousin through marriage, but he.