My cock was leaking and it was making my shorts wet as i was not wearing underwear. She realized my wet shorts.She began playing with my cock over the...shorts. After a while she was fully squeezing my dick from the shorts and was more comfortable to touch it than before. She went wild and said in my ears, “Mujhe tumhara lund dikhao” (Show me your cock). I was going mad because of this and immediately removed my tee.She pushed me down and began removing my shorts buckle. I allowed her to do that. As I do so one of the men offers a comment.“Wow, check out the girly boy,” he tells his buddies, directing their attention to me, “He looks like a real sissy.”The other men looked over at me and laugh.“We’ll be taking care of him, or should I say ‘her’, later,” another man replies. They all laugh again.--My wife is accosted by Butch, who with the assistance of his friends secures her hands to a chain hanging from the ceiling. They spread her legs apart and use rope to tie each one to hooks on. And once the shuddering stops, with the afterglow both warm and soothing, she continues to back away, taking a seat in her chair once again. “Come here,” she beckons the witch.Penelope slides off the table and onto shaky legs. By the time her eyes refocus she sees the yeti queen sitting back, her thighs spread wide open and the wonderfully wet cunt in plain view. Licking her lips at the sight, the witch quickly drops to her knees and leans forward to bury her face between those powerful thighs.. Still practical but effective. There was a delicate floral motif scattered around the whole garment. Down the front there was a wide panel with a tiny lace fringed edge. The same edging but a little wider was round the leg holes. It wasn’t a thong. Her pubic mound was like a large wide cushion tucked away, such was it’s bulk. She examined the inside, pulled a slight frowning expression then lowered them to her ankles, squatting but not sitting on the rim. That must have been part of the.