' you laugh and grab my hips with your other hand. you start fast, when you notice I’m close, you go slow, and then fast again. you keep torturing m... like this for 10 minutes. 'don’t dare cumming slut, or you'll be punished', you growl. 'daddy please make me cum, I can’t take it anymore!’ I yell, wiggling and squirming, a sweaty mess on the bed.'beg for it baby, beg for it and I might let you cum.' your fingers move even faster, my mind feels like it's going to explode. 'sir, make me cum,. I obeyed him and there he was, opening the bar of melted chocolate and smearing the paste on my lips, nipples, navel and groin. I was not allowed to get up, while his excellent gradual licking process continued till the last speck of the chocolate made my body shiver in erotic pleasure.I developed goose pimples all over and felt totally mesmerised at his deft touches of fingers and tongue. He cleaned me up with a wet towel, took to 69 position and we were sucking each others’ dicks in. Annie was laughing, “Poor Jules, Daddy’s fucking your crush honey, you want to fuck mummy, do you?” she pulled her little black dress up and her pantyhose down and right off one leg. A quick rub of her pussy and she was all ready. “Want to fuck mummy do you, you sad pervert.”“Of course he does you cruel bitch, he’s a bloody virgin,” I replied between thrusts.“No I’m not,” he lied as Annie undid his pants and extracted his cock. She sat on the couch beside Abbie and sort of led Jules by his. Maybe I should go check on her, I thought, then recalled his warning. I finally concluded, in spite of Mark’s warning, I had to check on them. Just as I stood to get the bar tender's attention, Mark tapped me on the shoulder. "Get me another drink," he demanded. "I'm exhausted. Your smoking hot wife is a really good fuck for such an old slut. I usually tap younger bitches, like your daughters. You're a lucky man to have such a fuck slut for a wife." Yea, I know," I fully agreed. I thought about.