I couldn’t help but stand a little taller. I smiled. Master laughed, he’d seen my smile. Ronnie, the nosey bastard inquired, ‘What’s so funn..., Geoff? Ya got big plans for your fuckin’ slut?’ I wheeled holding the door open. My eyes narrowed to slits, my nostrils flared, as I fought for control. I knew attacking Ronnie would accomplish nothing and only add to my punishment, but it didn’t stop me from fervently wishing I could scratch his eyes out. I battled with myself, but I managed control.. And then she orgasmed, so loud and vulgar. Then more moaning, leading up to another crescendo of hot adulterous orgasm! I felt i had to beat a silent retreat, and I went to a local cafe, totally confused. I had a coffee, but had to visit the toilet, where I had a lovely wank. Yes, I was wanking over my mother and her lover, that blond bastard! I returned home at the time I was expected, and pretended nothing had happened.Then a few months later, I was upset to hear that my parents were. And most importantly, it's a dangerous slippery slope. The heavily dominant part was saying - when was the last time you felt such a rush? It's no big deal. Don't be a wuss. There's no one around, so it isn't really a risk.After a few seconds, my hand went towards the sash. Fumbling due to the nervousness, and maybe because of the extra-tight way in which I had tied it, it took longer than usual to untie it. Finally, it was undone. The sides of my robe gently fell away from the front. Half of. Mmmm oooo mmmm was my wifes muffled moans. I heard movement next door as either tony or Shelley were getting up. A trip to the bathroom confirmed it was tony. That meant Shelley was still in bed, So rolling Deb onto her back I climbed between her legs and started to fuck her hard. Ensuring the headboard hit the wall between mine and shelleys room. Oohhh mmm ooh was debs drunk moans, in her stupor she was still out of it, so grabbing her legs I thrust my cock harder and harder into my pissed.