She pulled at the bonds aboveher head and tried to move sideways, but it was to no avail. The tongues cameand started their work. She screamed and bit...into the leather ball gag butit was no use. Nothing helped and the tickling continued for ten minutes. Thenit stopped again. The tickling continued, moving from one area to another, often tickling severalareas at the same time, for a long six hours until the return of Master Koto.Through tear-filled eyes she pleaded for the torture to stop. He. This time that was the signal for Sam to enter, already naked and with an erection. There was one light on in the room, but it was well positioned for the husband’s watching. Just as her husband had done, Sam sucked on the upturned nipples after raising the sheer nightie up to her neck. He then moved down between her legs and tasted the sweet nectar that was already flowing in anticipation. That act always caused her to climax and be ready for coitus.Her knees were up and her thighs spread so. I just had to make sure to walk everso carefully onto the set.Bella was all ready to go too. She was wearing a dark blue bikinioverlaid with transparent light blue lace. She was going to dance aroundme like some kind of Arabian belly dancing booty popping stripper.(OH BABY!)Taking my time I took my place on the set with my back to one of the bedsand leaning up against it. This served two purposes. One, it made it easierto do any upskirt "Oh my God, it's a chick with a dick" shots. And two. Steve said “well if you want I could show you so the next time he tries it on you can say that they aren’t that big in real life!” I said “I can only imagine he’d love to know his wife was an expert on the subject!” Somehow between the booze and the easy mannerism of Steve and Tim I felt totally relaxed and comfortable. I figured this might be a great story for Sarah as she’d loved to see some black guys. Steve pressed the subject again and said “Wanna look?” Once again I blurted out with out.