Or, at least, insofar as this was his living. And he was good at what he did. He'd watched and participated in fuck scenes like this again and again. ...e knew the routine. He didn't need the bandages any more, either. He could be trusted. Not every porn star of his kind could be. And unlike Miguel he didn't need drugs. He was able to do his job without any extra stimulation. Although an appreciative audience helped.Sylvia and Laura came over to chat with him, stroking and cuddling him, making. “Cum on her”, the queen laughs. I grab my shaft with my right hand and jack off. Not wanting to look at my wife in this situation, I watch the queen as she rubs the hardened nub between her legs. Moving her hips. The guards surround my wife and begin jacking off too, and as they one by one begin to cum over her back and ass I feel the build in me. With a gasp, I blow my creamy load, without warning, right into my wife’s face and hair. One of the biggest loads I have ever seen erupts from me all. She waited until he had stopped, then she dripped some of the wax onto the shaft of his cock. She laughed as he squirmed underneath her, his hips bucking up, her pussy muffling what he was trying to say. "What's that? You want more? Ok," she giggled. She was such a bitch sometimes; but she loved it.She dripped some more wax on the underside of his cock, making him cry and thrash around again. She clamped her thighs down around his head harder, keeping his head still. His cock was still hard. She walked or limped to the back seat as the letter had instructed and sat in the middle of it. The next bit was very hard for her to do and it was only with a massive effort of will power that she obeyed the instruction.She had been told to sit with her legs crossed and so she crossed her legs as detailed by her mischievous benefactor! The unshod leg was to be crossed over the other and this she accordingly did. Of course, her skirt slid sideways to reveal her thighs in their entirety.I should.