Fuck, Billie, harder I moaned out, reaching behind me to grab the headboard, Billies hands moved from my ankles which felt like they had been fracture... by his grip, to my throat. It was a damn good job I didnt need to breath as his fingers squeezed my airway closed, choking me to death. His face was red as the strain took its toll on him, I was older, I knew I had more strength behind me if I wanted to use it, I heaved myself up, his cock still embedded inside me, and faster than he could say. .. but we simply cannot risk members of the audience seeing such behavior.”My heart sank as I began to burn with embarrassment for real. He’d fucking spied on us! I tried my best to remember what we’d done yesterday ... we hadn’t butt-fucked, at least ... I really wondered what he’d seen.“Mr. Simple!” I said, leaning forward. I felt like I was almost ready to cry. Hmm, I thought, that might not be a bad idea. I knew well the power of tears, I could get my dad to do almost anything by crying. I asked if I should hold him or did she want his full length; then she cried she wanted all of it, after watching Tamara…I saw our guests were watching Ana’s show, as the fine dog began to pump wildly into my wife; who was squealing as every inch entered her swollen dripping pussy in one fierce stroke.I moved to the front of her and Ana swallowed my cock as she urged Robby to fuck her harder between breaths.Then my sexy wife cried out his knot was in; her cunt was full, but she wanted even more. Joan was surprised, or at least she said she was surprised, to fall in love with having her breasts massaged, nibbled, sucked, tweaked, pinched and generally molested. When Joan had her first climax just from breast play, she was overcome with wonder, shaking, crying, thanking me and trying to figure out a way to reciprocate, all at the same time. When I slid Mr. Johnson home for an encore, she came like a house on fire.It was good for my ego right up until it wasn’t.“Terry, I’ve been holding.