My breathing quickened with just the thought of what he was going to do.For someone who claimed never to have done it before, he most certainly did it...well. He didn't attack my genitalia with his mouth. He slowly placed his tongue firmly against my clit, staring up at me as I gasped and moaned. Then he moved his tongue just slightly, and my whole body shook with pleasure as I gasped for air. He moved his tongue again, this time a bit faster, and I found I couldn't help but move my body to match. One was thin, and the other much thicker.As John followed the tubes to see where they led, he read two signs above the table. The thin tube led to a valve marked, Urine Collection and the thicker tube to a valve marked, Solid Waste Collection.John was becoming horrified at witnessing all this take place and he called out to his captors. "What's going on here? " he said.Immediately, and upon hearing his voice, all the women in the room stopped what they were doing and rushed over to him."How is. She was standing about a foot in front of him, seated on the other corner of the bed from me, so not far away, but really getting his attention. As she leaned over to push the skirt off around her ankles and step from them the dude went into orbit, he reached up and grabbed her hips, pulled her close and shoved his face into the crevasse of her rounded cheeks. Mary squealed with delight as his tongue tried to penetrate the fabric of her French cut panties at her sphincter. She froze. For Mike Jones, getting his cock up the pretty bitch's tight little ass was a pleasure in itself, but having her own husband ask him to bugger his pretty wife was unbelievable. Knowing his good buddy was just feet away, hiding behind the screen and watching the events unfold, Mike figure he'd give his shipmate an extra thrill to heighten his fetish in voyeurism. With Steve's pretty wife groaning in pain each time he skewered his thick cock up her tight little ass, he asked "Steve ever do this.