“You’re getting ass-fucked” Dave hissed into my wife’s face, “so either take it like the slut that you are, or I will tie you up… your cho...ce”“No, PLEASE” my wife protested. I just watched in amazement, my cock now twitching with anticipation.Dave withdrew his fingers and lined up his cock. My wife was literally begging him to not fuck her… I don’t know if it was her genuine begging or the fact that I was possibly about to witness the taking of her anal virginity, but my cock was rock hard and. You sit back on the desk, and as I try to get back to rubbing your thighs, you stop me and slowly tease my cock with your feet again. I am ready to explode and you slowly spread your legs again, but only briefly, and I don't get to see this time. I am rubbing your legs, but you keep them together just to drive me nuts. I am trying to finish my work so we can leave, but just as I am about to shut down my computer, you get up, drop something in my lap, and walk toward the door. Just as I notice. I was sure to fully converse with each 'applicant' by phone to reassure myself they were discreet, real, and sane or at least somewhat normal. Most were well-built college students except for a few, the couple mentioned earlier, and an exceptionally well hung and handsome biker. He claimed he was one-hundred-percent insatiable, had experience with gangbangs, and had a "doctor's bag" he would bring to make it fun and more enjoyable for the hooker. I didn't bother telling him it was actually my. I picked up my little dog, and said, "Sure. Don't mind Lady, here. Shejust thinks she's the house protector."I escorted them to my living room, and they sat on the chairs while Iheld my dog and sat down on the couch. Then I asked, "Now, what can I dofor you? As far as I know, I've not done anything wrong."The policeman wrung his hands, as if struggling for words, and then said,'Er ... ma'am? In the nineteen-seventies a child psychologist wasdiscovered to have raped several children who were.