Pete shoved his dick in between my wife’s massive melons. My wife knew that I loved titty fucking. I loved to do it and I loved watching Pete do it....She looked into the camera and stated, “I’m getting titty fucked by Peter North now.” She gazed back at Pete and said, “Fuck those titties Peter, fuck my tits good.” I moved to where my wife’s head was to get a first eye point of view from where my wife was.My wife’s tits are quite large, they always hid my dick. Peter’s on the other hand, Peter’s. Her mother was quiet. She did look troubled as she, I hoped, reflected on Morgan’s words. She still looked haggard. She had gone downhill physically since I had first seen her. I wondered what she looked like a year ago. I remembered her picture online which looked different from when I had first met her.Morgan looked at me. I said, “My love, you have it covered. I agree and support you completely.”Her mother didn’t look pleased to hear my statement as it gave her no way to offset her. The air is warm but still you feel a rush of excitement and your body responds. You slide the bathing suit down over your hips, down your thighs and you let them drop. Slowly you step out of them and let them drop to the sand. Suddenly you feel free of all constraints. You feel your hair on your shoulders and the sand at your feet. You slowly make your way into the ocean and it feels like the water washes away all your cares. The moon is full this warm summer’s night in June, or perhaps it is. Follow my guards andIlsa to the stock for the final phase."I said, "Yes, my Leather Mistress, your command is my to follow."I followed the leather guards and the beautiful Ilsa over to the stock.The stock was made of oak. The stock had three holes, one for a head andtwo for the wrists. Th e cushion for the head and wrists was red leatherwith a little padding. Ilsa opened the top part of the stock up as theguards directed me where to place my head and wrists. Ilsa pulled downthe stock down,.