Oh ... say ... three days?”Wendy swiftly nodded ... any harder and her head would break off.Shit!“She’s not my wife!”“How about five days?�... said the doc.Wendy grinned.“Five days it is,” agreed the doc.“How about no days?” I said, as I tried to slide out of bed.Serious mistake. My foot hit the floor and I followed it.When the black turned to grey I heard the doc say, “Nice and tight, boys. He’s recalcitrant. His wife agreed and signed the paperwork.”Thick webbing surrounded my wrists and I could. It all went in with no trouble. The man stood there embedded in my shy wife...his tongue hanging out like an a****l...and he began to fuck her in earnest like the b**st he was!The sound of fucking filled the shop, his fat, hairy stomach slapping against my wife's full round bottom...his long hairy ball sack swinging and bouncing with the effort...I took a moment to look at his ball sack...huge and heavy and swollen with his seed."Ohhhhhhhhhh...floppy titties...nice soft belly...hairy little. Her eyes were telling all the story. I came closer, pulled her from hair and I was smooching her aggressively. Our tongue was fighting with each other try to suck first. She sucked my lips as she was hungry for the ages.We smooched for 3- 6 minutes continuously. In the meanwhile, I was pressing her boobs over her top and started squeezing.Anushree:- Ummm aaahh.Me:- Your boobs are awesome, let me suck all the milk from it bite it lick it suck it.Anushree:- It’s all yours. (removed her bra in one. .. naked? And ... no, you would order from Maggie, our shift manager,” Gina directed me to a tall, buxom lady with strawberry-blonde hair.Maggie looked to be early to mid thirties, but she could easily have been forty-something, just with a great dye job. She clearly smoked, but it hadn’t aged her as much one might expect. Well, I thought, lots of tobacco farms around ... the habit came with mother’s milk ... almost. That would have to change, sooner rather than later.I brought out my Converter.