I writhed under her touch, trying to press my hips into her hands. Finally she eased my desire, slipping a single finger between my lips. She slid it ...p and down my slit, coming close to, but not touching, my swollen clit.This slow torture seemed to last forever before she finally began to softly rub my aching pearl. She pressed her finger into me, and I gave a long, desperate moan, my head rolling back and my legs spasming wildly. She rubbed my clit between the two fingers of one hand while. With a swift yank of his free arm Mr Greene hitched Denise’s black skirt up around her waist. Sharp intakes of breath were heard around the room. Her pale arse was covered by a most transparent pair of white knickers, outlined by the white suspender belt holding up her black seamed stockings, the semi see-through loops on the dark black band, making it a vision of perfection.Mr Greenes hand came down with a big ‘thwack’“oooooww” shrieked Denise.Twack!"Oow!”Twack!"Aaaaah.”Three fast hard slaps. It gave me a peculiar sensation to be clandestinely finger fucking my own wife as though she was a stranger. My arm was soon pulled out of the way as other guys wanted a turn at playing with her cunt.Pretty soon she was moaning, she had her arms around some stranger’s neck whilst the others were bringing her to a climax.As her climax subsided, Anita just sort of hung there on the guy’s neck, exhausted. Someone lifted her by the hips and pulled her back onto his hard dick. I watched this. She encouraged him to touch her, feeling the texture of her labia.“Have you fingered Evette?” She asked.“Not like this,” he replied, “l’ve touched her through her panties but she wouldn’t let me go any further.”“Stupid bitch,” Mary giggled, “she sees herself as another Virgin Mary, she needs to wake up, you need to be firmer with her David, don’t let her mess you about, a good fucking will do her the world of good.”She instructed him to slide two fingers up into her cunt. David could feel how.