Below was the small basement playroom, which opened out, as did the stairs from the porch, onto a sloping backyard. The yard was fenced in, and was mo...tly crabgrass and burned spots where the dog peed, and the first thing Scott saw when he walked outside on the porch was that Atilla was gone again.Oh no! he groaned inwardly, his heart sinking into his belly. Atilla had managed to get out again, perhaps by jumping over the fence, and now he'd have to spend the morning searching for him. And if. Five minutes later.Fifteen minutes later.I couldn’t take it anymore and I think he knew it. He looked up at me, taking a second to smile a devilish grin at me and I knew the end was close. H took his tongue and curled it around my clit, the one area that he didn’t touch before. His tongue flickered faster than a snake on my swollen hot spot. Not even five seconds later, I was screaming, my juices running out of me like a faucet, his mouth wide open, catching every single drop. I lay back,. I'll show you what a lot of possibilities we've got."The big room was cluttered with dozens of boxes, some of them opened, revealing all kinds of exotic material. Brightly coloured silks, shiny 'gold' spandex, chains and all. "Look, I can turn you into anything you want, all the way from a high princess to an exotic slave girl, and I could go as your incestuous brother or your owner. These eloxated aluminium chains are meant for the choir of slaves. They are very light weight and look like. " "Give it to me." "Give it to baby." "Uh Uh uh uhhhhh"....She sighed and moaned as she rode his cock faster and faster. I had never seen my wife this way, and i begin to think that she was either completely out of mind or drunk. She was actually having one orgasm after another as he bounced her up and down on his cock. He carried my wife over to the couch, layed her down, and started fucking her missionary style. She was going wild. She brought her legs up over his shoulders and begin rotating.