The speakers in our control room were getting a crystal clear sound. I noticed, Aziz shifting in his chair restlessly and groping his cock discreetly ...nd then it dawned on me that hey, this was my wife. I wanted to teach her a lesson but didn?t want her to be so humiliated. So I asked Aziz to start the elevator. He looked at me and switched the power on pronto. This made the old man?s cock jerk wildly and it hit my wife in her mouth leaving a stream of his yellow urine on her pouting lips. The. Here he felt most at home, and could relax... but there were more of the damned guards down that street.He fought a rising sense of panic; he knew he had done nothing wrong this evening, nor for many others prior. The fear was irrational, but it was there - and he could see it in the eyes of his fellow youths.Running now, the gang of youths flew down their home alley, running to their meeting-place. Stopping short, they drew breath, panting from the exertion. The sense of fear was still there,. Then, things got fuzzy…Afterwards:What I know about the rest of the evening came from my husband, and from watching the cell phone video one of his friends recorded.To the cheering encouragement from his buds, I sucked my husband’s cock in the middle of the room, dressed only in my lingerie. The video showed me enjoying myself and bobbing my head and pumping my hand on his erection with enthusiasm. I kind of remember this, but not clearly. You hear my slurping as I sucked him. Then, with a. After putting them on I heard her giggle. As the blanket moved I caught a whiff of a very heady feminine scent, so I wasn't the only one who'd had a reaction from our close proximity. I put the thought out of my mind though.Amanda just got up as if she didn't have a care in the world and walked to the bathroom. Her bra could barely contain her breasts which might have explained why they'd come loose during the night. And her panties were definitely not Granny panties. Again the gentle swaying.