He wasn't allowed to look at the TVwithout permission, so he kept his eyes on his wife. She had on hertypical lounging attire. There was a sleeveles... top that showed offample side-boob. Yoga pants that fit like a second skin. And whitesocks that she had pushed down so they were bunched around her ankles.To him she looked like a fantasy fulfilled.He had to wait silently while she enjoyed two other programs. All thattime, besides admiring her form, he was hoping she would forget. .. ? Oh, good heavens!" Coral yelped as she realised what Effie was talking about. There was a standard lamp in the far corner of the room behind the couch, carefully positioned to give a good light for anyone sat there reading. What Coral hadn't noticed and what Effie had was that the lamp was kept aloft on the head of a leather encased male slave.The two girls went over to the lamp and peered under the shade. "How does he do it? He's standing so still!" Coral said, looking at the helpless. He gave his wrist a quick switch up and let the woodslap lightly against her wet cunt. She gasped softly, turning to look overher shoulder at him. He did it again, this time harder, forcing a whimperfrom her parted lips. Three more strikes followed before he slid it frombetween her legs and turned his attention to her ass. He ran the thinbranch over her soft flesh. -œMaybe instead of your ass, I should spank those tits of yours. I knowyou would like it wouldn't you? - He said softly. . I straighten up and open the magazine. The photos of gay men sucking and fucking each other, with huge cocks are turning me on. I've been outwardly ignoring the men in the store but sneaking glances at them.One guy, in particular, has my attention. He's been staring at me. He looks either drunk or crazy to me, maybe both. He's big and overweight and his stare is hostile. His cut-off sweatshirt is stained with perspiration. Cheap tattoos decorate his big arms. I shimmy my round ass in his.