I think back to last week when I was told to kiss her shoes afterdinner. I became so incredibly excited as the Pavlovian responses kickedin. Shortly a...ter she has me sit on my bed and pulls the soft leathersite deprivation hood on and locks it, eliminating any chance of seeingwhat used to be my manhood. I'm pushed back and securely locked to mysteel bed frame. The sound of the lock springing open, cool air on herexposed dicklet, warm soapy water, the shock collar strapped to herballs - fuck I. "Y...yes, Sirrr..." she moaned loud enough for all three of them to hear. She had braced herself on the desk with her arms and now they shook with need just like her legs. Her panting had gotten stronger and she could barely keep standing. The squishing sound of Mr. Cramer's fingers working in her pussy confessed how wet she was and she knew that both men could plainly hear her sopping pussy. Mr. Cramer then turned to the other man. "Mr. Hernandez, would you like to take this over for a bit. I went to slip my hand into her top to feel her left breast which was next to me but his hand was already there inside her low cut one-piece. I sat there realising that another man was feeling my wife’s tits. Was I upset or turned on? Considering that she was feeling my cock, I decided it was a good thing and he was just feeling her tits.I started feeling her other breast since he was busy on her left one. I was quite turned on knowing that Barry was feeling her up but thought that he was only. I knew she’d been scanned at the entrance and maybe searched; I wasn’t sure about that part. I stood so she could see me. She did and marched over to me. I was confident that she knew the rules. She’d let me know that she’d gotten the rules-packet when she’d applied to get on my approved—approved by me—visitation list.We took our seats. “Oh my God, Andrew. I am so damn sorry!” she said. “Your face!”“I was in a fight. It happens,” I said. “No big deal.”“Jesus, I am so damn sorry. This is all my.