It felt so good to be handled, and I wanted the hands to touch my breasts, my slit. And that’s what happened finally. Strong masculine hands oiled m... tits and circled my nipples, squeezing them, flicking them. Firm feminine hands oiled between my thighs and massaged the lips of my pussy. Hairless and vulnerable, the lips parted as the hands worked into the folds of my cunt and pressed inside me to stroke my G spot. I nearly came from all the sensation, but just as I would moan in agony, the. I began to sob softly into my master’s ass as I worked to get it clean. My wife mocked my tears and laughed at my torment. She called me a fag and a sissy. Called me an asslicker and a cocksucker. Told me I wasn’t even a man any longer and that I would soon be put in my place. I shuddered to think what place could be worse than the one I now found myself in. John commented on how good my face fit into his ass, almost like they were made for each other. He told Sara she had to try this as it was. I’d stared at them for two months - now I had them where I could touch them.Then I raised my hand and brought it back down on her butt. Not too hard, but not too gentle either. She jumped a bit, and before she could get ready I smacked her again. And again. And again.Ten times I brought my hand down on her skirt-covered ass, switching back and forth between the two globes of her ass. Then I paused.She started to get up, but I put my hand on her back, and signalled that I was done. I slowly. Thats when julie said that she had never thanked me for all my hard work. I pointed out it was just my job.Julie the slipped off her gown and was now sitting barely six feet away from me naked. I again said that I have to go. Julie ignored me and on her hands and knees crawled across the floor and was kneeling at my feet. I had never seen her breasts before and they were much bigger than I imagined, and with massive dark erect nipples.I sat there staring at Julies breasts as she pushed my knees.