"Holy shit Beth, what the fuck do you think I am? You want me to pimp for you?"
"No, I just want to see what it's like to get a cum bath, that's all..." Oh fuck, you're out of your fucking little mind." I'm not, this is what I want. C'mon Dale, it's not a big deal. I get what I want and your buddies get what they want. No one gets hurt and a fun time is had by all."Dale sat there and stared at his sister. He couldn't believe she was asking him for something like that. He'd seen porn films of that. She looked at me but said nothing.I touched the side of her face. “How could he do this to you? So much for Mister Nice Guy. Let me free you and get you away from him.”Maggie spoke to say, “No; stop.”I had been about to untie her arms.Maggie closed her eyes and just continued to breathe steadily for a moment. “He did this because I asked him to. I had to persuade him to do it. I thought he might have told you.”“I don’t understand.” It was all I could say.Maggie continued.“I had been thinking. The man wore suits, as if he worked in an office. The sound started again, clearly a woman, not a puppy, and Julie grabbed me again. I don’t know why she did that. We knew the sounds were definitely coming from next door. I pried her fingers off my arm and held her hand so she couldn’t grab me again. Good thing I did, because suddenly the woman cried out again. “My god, do you think he’s hurting her?” my wife whispered. I didn’t know why she was whispering; there was no else one around. “Why. She asked him to message Karen's feet. Karen's husband Jeff just laughed and told him to wash his hands afterwards. Jeff laughed and said she had very hard and bad feet. As Tim was rubbing them Barbara asked Karen how the cuckolding going. A few of the husband including me look like some one spat in our soda.Then Jeff messed up my head even more by answering. He said with no bitterness that Karen has three lovers now and was looking for more. Now me being me, I wanted to slap Jeff in the head.