Her words:Tired unto death, I looked at the clock in the living room and found it near daylight. I drew a tub full of water and washed myself and what...of Henry clung to me from my grisly task. I then prayed to God for forgiveness and heating water again I soaked for an hour. I went to bed and slept until four in the PM. Rising I went to the hardware store and purchased twenty-five pounds of lime to slow down the decomposition of what was left of Henry that lay in the attic.The thought crossed. First he wanted to punish her, seeing if she was as responsive to the birch rod as her mother was last night. Could Lord Michael take her to orgasm as he did Lady Charlotte, alternating between pleasure and pain until she could no longer distinguish between the two and no longer cared which one she received, her only goal to achieve the orgasm her body needed? He would have loved for her to pose provocatively for him but he wanted to get on with the punishment, his hard prick needing relief. He kept pounding my pussy and I could feel his balls smacking against my ass with some force. After a couple of minutes he looked at his wife and said "your turn." He pulled out of me with a wet strand of pussy cum coming out with his cock. He laid on the bed and his wife crawled on top and slide down his dick making it disappear into her pussy. She road him hard. I was just sitting there enjoying the view when he looked at me, smiled and grabbed her ass checks and spread them wide to expose. "I pulled him to me and we kissed, hard and deep. My tongue trawled his mouth and he licked hungrily at it, tasting the spunk he had shot into my greedy mouth minutes earlier. I clutched his muscular ass and our cocks rubbed together. The young slut was getting hard. Young cocks. Always ready to go again. That made me very happy.My aching dick throbbed against his hot, youthful tool, and he licked his palms and readily took both stiff lengths of meat in his hands and started to jack them off.