Since there would be a concert that night, I had worn a skirt, rather than my usual jeans.I felt his large hand move ever so slowly up my leg. Every m...ve added to the anticipation. I wanted to stop him, I really did. I just couldn't find the strength to make a scene. Layla just smiled as his hand moved under my skirt and up to my panties."Her panties are wet," he said to his wife in a whisper. He acted as though I wasn't even there.'You can't let her sit around in wet panties," she said it. Sweet! Mike knelt at the side, and Marybeth took his hardening member into her mouth, right above me. Another memory invaded my mind, Marybeth making me suck her husband’s cock, and while I had no urge to steal it from her, it didn’t turn me off. But my attention was stolen by Sue, who climbed behind her friend, and began removing the plug. She eased it out, telling us how loose Marybeth’s ass was. “Oh, my God, it’s staying open, fuck, that’s hot, you slut.”I watched over Marybeth’s shoulder as. The man then took the camera and slowly pulled the bed sheets off of her. She lay there clad only in a green tank top and a pair of black cotton panties. The man then rolled her over on to her back and panned the camera across her. The man then pulled off her top and started to caress her small breasts. His fingernails were dirty and they looked even dirtier against her flawless pale skin. "I've been waiting a long time to see this" the man said and slowly worked her underwear down with one. I whipped her ass hard, it was covered now with raised welts from my belt. "That's okay!" I said, "Because I know how to handle bitches like you!" The crack from the belt on her ass was so loud it startled me. She winced as she cried out, over and over as I whipped her ass. She looked so hot bent over my desk, her dress pulled up over her hips, and her pretty little panties still halfway down her thighs. My cock was fully recovered now and sticking straight out, twitching and dripping. I.