It was about8:10 when there was a knock on the door and my husbandopened the door and asked if he could bring it in,thanking him, it was really nice f...r him to bring thestool up for my wife, he said. “Your welcome sir, butwhy does she need a bar stool?” That’s when I came out of the bath wearing nothing,walked over to him and rubbing his cock through hispants explained that he was to take these off and sitdown on the stool so I could give it head. Not waitingfor an answer I. Soon I could feel an orgasm building. As it arrived I did not want to hope he did the right thing. I put my hands on his ass cheeks and pulled him to me as I forced my face forward. His shaft slid into my throat. I held his still as I repeatedly pulled my head back and slammed it forward, burying my nose deep in his pubic hair. Frank groaned, “Oh fuck yes, swallow my fucking cock you wonderful slut. I can feel my cockhead rubbing on the walls of your fucking tight throat.” I came again. My plan also precluded a sausage link down my t-shirt but did that stop Piper from throwing it at me in such a way that I now have a trail of grease that stretches from my chin to my belly button? It did not. I can take consolation that she came very close from having some chocolate milk exit from her nose. I did my best to give her a stern glare as I reached for the napkins, but I’m sure it came across as comedic. I mean, how tough can someone look as they are trying to fish a piece of. “I always like to check out other girls’ toys,” Annabelle said sweetly as she rummaged through Nicole’s duffel.She held up a whip that was made of several wide strips of rough cloth. “What is this?” she said, looking at Nicole. She swished it through the air and added, “It doesn’t even swing properly. How could it even be felt?”“It’s supposed to be wet,” Nicole said. “You soak it in water or oil or even honey. The individual swats don’t hurt that much, but after a while, your whole back or ass.