The clock clicked past 15. Simon slowed down and started applying more firm smacks at this point, each drawing a distinct reaction out of Becky, "Ooh!...Eek! Aah! Ooh!" Her entire bottom glowed pink at this point. The clock clicked past 25. Simon resumed spanking fast and a little harder. Her squeals turned into a long moan, but it wasn't a moan of pain as much as of pleasure. Simon glanced up at the clock. He brought his hand down one last time just before the clock clicked to 30. "Simon says. ”“How many times?” He asked.“Wow, don’t know a lot, a real lot since I turned 18. Sometimes, we met up 3 or more times a week. He loved getting sucked.”“And you, you must have enjoyed it huh, sucking off all these guys?”“Yes, I loved sucking cock,” as I buried my mouth over my uncles cock and began sucking it.“Whoa,” uncles Marty says, “wow you are good.”As I was bobbing my head up and down on his cock, I tried to nod yes, as if agreeing with him.That motion only gave him pleasure to force his. Behind them were equally naked men that I had never seen before, pounding their hard cocks into the wet pussies before them... well, I guess they were fucking the pussies. I couldn't really tell; they might have been fucking the two asses.It only took an instant to recognize that the two women were Karen and her daughter, Kayte... my wife. Just as quickly, I thought of reading about men who loved to see their wives getting porked by other men... and just as quickly I knew that I found. I know who you are, Tom. I’ll be talking to your coach about this. Now get to your own floor!’ ‘Yes, ma’am.’ I wasn’t going to argue the point as I felt it was a fight I couldn’t win. I pushed the up button on the elevator. I turned and saw Jessica disappear through a doorway further down the hall. The elevator door opened and I heard the coach’s door shut as I stepped on. The smell of old body odor made me want to throw up right away. I pressed 9. I pressed it again and again, hoping it would.