“Now fuck those big breasts with the vibrator!” you demand excitedly. I put the phone on speaker, and hold my breasts together with one hand. Then...I take the vibrator and start fucking it in and out of my breasts. I get more excited as I listen to your heavy breathing, imagining you pumping your monster prick more firmly and quickly. “God! I love those huge breasts.... mmmm...... oh yeah...” you grunt. “Are you getting wet for me, baby?” you ask. I moan a response that you take for yes.. But the intimate contact showed a sort of obeisance in making her lower than her usual disdaining, regal self, even it meant it put us at equal standing at the moment.My wife, seeing this small parade, and only being peripheral to the current rehearsal, nodded at me with a half smirk. When I pointed at Lindy, she nodded again, somehow understanding the vague suggestion that when needed, she'd fetch me.During our journey to the cabana, I debated debasing my slave in the open, deciding to leave. ."I sucked him slowly and deeply. Up and dowwwwwwwnnn...back and forth for a few minute, long enough to hear his erotic moan and know he was on his way to orgasm. So, like with many guys, that is the time to decide to either fuck my hot creamy ass, or just enjoy a world-class blow job from a whore who knows how and really, really, loves to suck cock. As if he was reading my mind, or perhaps I was reading his, I felt his hand shift off my head as he leaned forward and over my back. His hand went. Oh, don't take that personally." He seemed unaware of my social faux pas to my immense relief. "If you best Satan in a mutually-agreed-upon challenge. If you do he must release your soul. It's called the 'Charlie Daniels v. Georgia Rule." Like chess maybe?"Hell's minion answered quickly. "Fuck no! Anything but chess! Mr. Big hates Bergman movies. He says they are too cheerful. He requires something intellectually challenging."☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆"Okay, Tic-tac-toe it is." We rode the rest of the way.