" He immediately attempted to hit me thinking I wasanother policeman but instead earned my knee in his chin causing himto partially to bite through hi... tongue.Even though I was a little slow due to my reduced exercise because ofuniversity and my trip abroad, I was still much faster than theseinebriated fools. I quickly disabled another of the men by winding himand another using a nerve point but did not expect to be hit acrossthe back by the policewoman's truncheon (baton) which almost. Don't worry."Nevertheless, I had very mixed feelings as I watched the cab disappear around the corner. Still reluctant, I followed her into the house, and sure enough, daddy was sitting in the living room, waiting up for us.I quickly learned that he had been a marine in the first World War. He knew I had been wounded on Iwo Jima, and was anxious to compare notes and swap war stories. Shelly sat quietly on the sofa next to me holding my hand while I described some of the things I had seen and. They reminded me of a wrestling match my brother had taken me to when I was younger and I watched the heavy-set macho men work as a team to defeat and humiliate their opponents forcing them to submit and admit defeat.It was an experience I never forgot because it made me wary of ever getting into a situation with more than one male in private and I sensed that I had a built-in fear of being overwhelmed with being less than circumspect in my behavior when faced with two or more males expecting. As my wife's hand lifted for a third time, an astonished smile started to spread on Karly's lips.Crack. Gasp, thrust and tremble."Fuck me. Fill me," Karly commanded softly. The gleam in her eyes promised that she would be cumming soon."No!" my wife bellowed. "Do not fill her!"I wasn't nearly as close to orgasm as Karly was. I didn't have to hold back at all as I obeyed both women."She. Is. Being. Punished!" my wife continued to wail, punctuating each word with another loud crack on Karly's ass..