Washing dishes and floors, doinglaundry, dusting, scrubbing - the house had never looked asclean, as I enthusiastically got fully into my role. The t...ghtgarments that shaped my body made some of the tasks nearlyimpossible, but I was determined to finish them all. By the endof the day, I could even bend from the waist all the way down tothe floor to pick something up - a task which was more difficultthan it sounds since I was perched atop those towering highheels!At about two o'clock, I felt. When I put her hand on my dick she looked down and smiled as she started playing with it.So here is my shy little wife in the middle of a porn movie with a cock in each hand but refusing to let me touch her! I reached back around her shoulders to play with her boob now that both of her hands were busy. I found that her nipple was just as hard as my cock. I moved my hand slightly and just that quickly my hand and her tit were in full view of anyone who was looking. The guy sitting directly in. I tighten my grip and scan the room to find the quickest route to the stage, but instead I spot her and it stops me short.Impossible!It’s Susan. There’s no doubt about it. She’s standing off in the distance, amongst the crowd. I rub my eyes. Is this a mirage? I crane my neck to get a better look, to be sure and fuck me, it’s really her. She looks good, all things considered; through she’s covered in blood. Her white skirt and wrap are mostly red but she doesn’t appear to be injured or hurt in. She was wearing a black hoodie and purple skinny jeans. Her name was Jenna, and she was sixteen. She had shoulder length straight brown hair, and was a little shorter than Dasha. She was skinny, but had enormous breasts, a D cup at least. Just below the left one was a tattoo of a rose and the initials HBL. After Karl was through his first time with her, he told the girls that they could have one hour to talk before he gagged them again. Morgan’s first question was about the tattoo. “What’s his.