.’, She sat on the bike and held me tightly and all of a sudden She asked, Did you have a good look at my breasts? and I was shocked to hear those w...rds coming from her mouth. I sat silent for sometime and then I took another route for my home which has a lot of speed breakers, I used that opportunity to its fullest and did everything so I could get a feel of her breasts. I looked in the rear view mirror and she was blushing and then I said, I had a good look but not a feel of your breasts.. If you can suck me hard, and swallow my cum, without getting a boner yourself, well then...I won't kill you right here in your bedroom where you've been fucking my wife these past months.Oh there was about ten minutes of protest and pleading from both of them. I was called a sick fuck a hundred different ways for those ten minutes.At that point I had to lay down the law. Rule number one, do what I say or get the butt of the shotgun hard against your skull.Not long after that he was bleeding. And his cock. From the outside, it looked like he was having a seizure. On the inside, his brain almost melted. It felt like Melissa applied bottled pleasure to those areas.Melissa continued applying the gel to his entire body, making Patrick look like a mannequin covered in blue gel. She went back to the cart and replaced that bottle while picking up another.She leaned over and whispered, "Concentrate, Patrick. Enjoy the pleasure."This one had some pinkish gel in it which Melissa squirt in her. He was paralyzedwith fear.He tore the harness from around his shoulders and wondered how he knewthey were there. Maybe he'd felt him, the restriction, the plasticocutting into his flesh. He had flesh. That was a good thing. Wherever hewas, he was in a body, probably the big Swede. But he shouldn't be on aship; he should be on the solid ground of Gulliver-9. Then he wonderedhow he knew he was on a ship.The boosters went into overdrive. There was a sputtering among thewhining. One of them was.