Now let's get back to work, my man."His heart leapt at these words. She was accepting him as a probable lover, if he read her words correctly. He beca...e desperate to speak to Enid, and confirm that he was allowed to have sex with Jeannette. He was consciously not using the words "make love" for the action yet.They finally got home for dinner, and Tom grabbed Enid for a quick cuddle in the kitchen, before she shooed him off to be out of her way while she completed the food.Chat at the table. I still didn't know how much was talk and how much she really wanted it. During foreplay and sex, she was into it, but any other time, when I said I could find us another guy, she demurred. It just seemed like a fantasy to her.Then, one night, we got a visit from our friend Scott, who'd been overseas for a bit. He was staying with us for a couple nights before returning back to his hometown, and relaxing on our sofa. We all had a lot to take, and he was lamenting this girl he'd left back in. "Get a little more spit on it," I instructed, "I want it nice and slick."I let her take it in her mouth again, where she deep-throated it, letting plenty of the thick saliva there gather on the head before opening her mouth wide and letting me carefully pull it out. Once it was well lubricated, I moved back a little, placing my cock between those luscious tits of hers and squeezing them around it. I started out slow, pinching her nipples as I pumped, then quickly gained speed until I was. “Whip me first?” she asked playfully. “I want to get warmed up.” She reached out and pulled down the coiled bullwhip hanging on the wall. Frank took it by the handle and uncoiled it on the floor. Then he flicked it, gently wrapping it around his wife’s lovely, naked waist. Flicking it again, the coils loosened their grip on all that sexy female flesh and dropped down to the floor with a dull thump.Tanya reached up and grabbed the bars over the torture rack. She looked over her shoulder at her.