I then I noticed his fingers were inside of her suit bottom and his hand began to push in and out. I knew he was fingering my slutty wife right next t... me, as she began to whimper and her breathing became ragged. I was getting harder than a brick. It was a complete turn on. I knew she was loving it because she was just lying her head against his massive chest with her legs spread wide giving him easy access to her pussy lips. She suddenly was lifted up by the waist and placed onto the next. When half time came around I took all the guys into our bedroom. you could see the shock on their face when they saw her tied up completely naked and gagged. They were nervous as what to do. I told the guys my wife is a dirty slut and can't stop thinking of other men's cocks inside her mouth and pussy. For now I want you to use your hands only on her, but do not let her cum. Later we'll fuck the whore real good. They slid and rubbed their hands all over her body, squeezing and pulling on her. Sunday was coffee hour. Again, Andy spoke to her, but she was busy talking to some of the girls. He took a friendly greeting the way it was meant.“Look,” he asked at the end of school Monday, “do you have a minute?”“Sure.” They were on the same bus, and he had to know that it was the second trip that bus took. She had loads of time.“About what you wanted for Thursday. I get the picture that you’d hoped for an entire work crew.”“Yes, and I’m awful grateful to you.”“Well, really, that wasn’t a. Not again." said the dejected frog."Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you come home with me? I think you'd really benefit from a change of scenery. Back in my apartment, I've got a bowl that we used for my brother's pet turtle that should be just about perfect for you. And besides, _if_ I decide to kiss you, you'll be a lot easier to find there, because I won't have to go wading through this whole pond to find you again. How's that sound? Deal?" Deal." said the frog sounding more.