There on the giant flat screen was my sexy wife being undressed by both Fred and Brett. I looked over to Stella and her eyebrows went up. She asked if...this channel was fine for me…Stella then giggled and told me to relax; because it was going to be a very night long… She poured me another glass of whisky.She suddenly asked me if I wanted to eat her wet pussy. She knew I could not fuck her, since I was wearing a chastity cage. Anita had made sure Stella would know everything about it…She stood. "Hi, Jake. How yo doin?", Sammy asked me, her smile a respite from the constant pressure she put herself through. "I'm fine, Math class is next. Did the homework?", I replied suddenly taking her interest in her body. I darted my eyes from her head to toe and I liked what I see. The past few weeks had been momentous because the times I masturbated increased and I wanted it even more nowadays. "Yeah, I couldn't do the last 3-4 questions. Have you? Ohh, wrong person to ask", She smiled and went to. I heard Mr. Jennings on the phone talking to my dad. Mrs. Jennings looked concerned. “Are you ok sweetie?” She asked.“I’ll be fine,” I said hesitantly.“Do you want something to eat or drink?” Mrs. Jennings asked so kindly.“No, but thank you.”“Well ... have a seat and wait for your dad to pick you up,” Mrs. Jennings said before going back to the kitchen where her husband was.“I’m sorry Sara. I didn’t know your dad had called my folks,” Wendy apologized.“It’s ok. It’s not your fault,” I replied.. Earlier, she'd wondered how long her brother's cock was. Now she knew. It felt as if it were an iron bar. It war so stiff and hard in her. And it hurt."Oh, take it out!" Mary moaned. "Take it out! I'll tell Mom!" Go ahead," Ronny sneered. "I'll tell her about your finger-fucking yourself!"Mary stared into the hard eyes of her brother. Her face reddened. Then she wondered why she was blushing. Her brother was already fucking her, and she worried about someone seeing her finger-fucking.