The ties on her wrists and elbows forced her to kneel. He used the small of her back to hold the warm oil and played with her body for a while, tickli...g her here and softly pinching her there. She wriggled, fought and swore but could not escape him. He decided to bring her to orgasm with his hands, just as the slave master used to do. First he was rough with her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She dribbled with rage. He caught her saliva, mixed it with some of his own, laughed,. It was red and still swollen. Dried crusty cum outlined her oval as I got nearer.“We had sex for a long time,” she said.I could tell.“Can you taste him?” “Mark came in me twice,” she said. I didn’t respond verbally, I just muttered. I could feel her pushing outward by her muscles contracting. The taste of cum got stronger.“PUT your tongue inside me, I can hardly feel you,” she commented.I pushed further in as she wanted. It felt good. “Ahhh, that’s better,” my wife said. I continued. "Do you want to go?" asked Becky. "We could go see a movie or something. This is probably going to be kind of boring."I didn't actually want to leave, but I didn't have much good reason to stay either. "I don't know," I said, stalling. "Maybe the second half will be better?"Becky rolled her eyes. Her mind was already made up, I knew.Right then, my cell phone buzzed. It was Coach Tanner ("Uncle Dale" in my contacts, to avoid suspicion). I couldn't answer in front of Becky, of course, but I. Her chest is lifting and falling rapidly and I notice she isn't holding the jacket closed anymore and it is draping open exposing her breasts and frontal area of her body as her fingers push beneath the clit stimulator to roll her clit and she moans softly and often as I continue speaking.Her eyes are closed and her head lays against the head rest turned in my direction as she lives in her mind what she knows is coming soon in reality. I keep talking as I pull alongside a semi-truck and ride.