"Perhaps she'll take her panties off next, and show her cunt to everyone."With this, Rob hooked his fingers in the waistband of his wife's panties and...made to slide them down over her hips."Oh darling! I can't!" Yvonne exclaimed, giggling merrily and clutching at her panties."C'mon, you know you really want to be a dirty little whore," her husband urged.Yvonne held onto her panties for just a moment, then, her body filled with surging lust, she let her hands fall away and her husband quickly. If u want to act like a bitch, your gonna get treated like one " i was crying uncontrollably by now " i thought i told you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!! " he kept on wackin my arse it hurt so much but i knew i was better off doing what he says so i kept quite except from whimperin each time he smacked me " thats it take it like a bitch! "i lay there takin the whacks my arse by now was red raw " im so sorry dad, i just like the way they make me feel" i sobbed. He picked me up and threw me onto the couch. I thought that it was rather strange, but looked forward to being close to that sexy couple. His wife answered the door and was smoking hot in a small tank top which allowed her full breasts to swing sensuously and a pair of high riding shorts that accentuated her tan, smooth legs and tight ass. I chubbed up then and there. He was out on the patio wearing a black tank top that showed off his blond hairy arms, shoulders and chest and a pair of tight shorts that showed off his package. I was. Bob ran for it but it was gone long before he crossed the court. Just out of bounds. Lonnie smiled.“Bob, you got me on that one. I need to learn to control those smashes. Six inches less and it would have been mine.”“I’ve always had six inches on you.”“Keep your six inches off me.” Both men laughed and shook hands. They collected their equipment and left the court. Rachel Hammond and Susan met them at the fence. Rachel went immediately to Bob and began massaging his upper arm.“You’re so good! I.