I got suspicious, and peeded through the window of my wife’s bedroom, and saw her completely naked, changing her dress, and the boy was watching it ...o attentively that he seemed to have no sense.I thought,this could be un intentional.But it repeated almost every evening.By now I was sure, she used to enjoy being watched by the boy.After recovery, once I went on tour to Rourkela by a late night train, but missed it due to terrific jam on Howrah bridge. By the time I came back home, it was almost. The silicone cock sliddelicious into the lithe body in front of her. Jesse's buttocks sentout little ripples each time their skin slapped together. She looked upjust in time to see Jesse tremble, visibly wracked by the first of herorgasms."That's! My! Good! Little! Slut!" she praised, each word emphasized bya powerful thrust and a pull on Jesse's hips.Jesse felt a gush of warmth and the dildo slid more easily with everymovement. It violated her as her mind melted into complete. He should ignore it, not send it, just forget it all, there wasstill time to stop this. He was staring into space, breathing swiftly,panting, the fear fuelling his nervousness. He glanced down at the phoneagain, resolving not to send it, but then he saw that the heat from histrembling finger barely touching the screen had triggered the reply andin a screaming anguish inside his head he saw it as it was sent.He got up wringing his hands, the fear growing and growing inside him,he couldn't do. The man just grinned and put the flogger down and picked up a tube of lube. Andy only realised what the Colonel’s comment meant when the man squeezed some lube onto Chico’s bound cock and closed his left hand round the shaft. There was more crude laughter as the watchers saw Andy clenching his buttocks and arching his hips forwards as he watched the man stroking and working the bound teenager’s cock. Chico whimpered and gasped as he was masturbated with slow, expert strokes. The gasps became.