Now all of us had forgotten about her. Sparrow was always wandering off somewhere, humming to herself. She usually came back with something goofy, lik... an old bird's nest or a four leaf clover to show us. Then she would sit by the campfire and hold it and look at it for hours, making up stories about where it might have come from, until someone would light a joint and start passing it around. Getting high was something she liked more than exploring. That, and fucking! She might just be more of. Back homeThen that night I went to cherry’s home and was sleeping in his room.. I got call from latha around 11.. I went to her room.. We didnt do anything because cheyys was up chatting but I pressed her boobs rapidly 2-3 times and went to sleep very disappointingly it was very hard to control.Then one Saturday I got a call from latha aunty that all her family members went to temple and would reach by evening.. She made an excuse of leg pain and stay at home and I first taught of buying a. I was getting close to cumming and said so as she had never giving me a full blow job. But the sucking continued. I said it again and then my blindfold was removed. “Oh fuck” I screamed “what the fuck?” I was looking at this guy sucking my cock and my wife standing there smiling. I struggled and then my orgasm took over. This guy sucked my cock until I didn’t have a drop left and he swallowed the lot. “Fucking untie me” I screamed. My wife hurried the guy out the front door and then came back. She looked at him and spoke quietly, telling him he was naughty, that she would whip his bottom, that she would always whip him or thrash him when he had done wrong, that he should look up to women not consider them as sex objects, that he must learn to control his sexual thoughts, that from now on she would take much more direct control of his life, she might ask about his masturbation, she might even restrict it, she would ask how he viewed the women at work, which ones he found attractive.