“Bert, please reach over on the night stand and hand me the black dildo,” Cheryl asked as she now moved and sat cross legged on the sheet, legs sp...ead wide. “I’ll need something to fuck myself with while these horny studs jack off on me.”Bert turned, reached for the dildo on the nightstand, picked it up and handed it to my wife. She immediately held the base and began licking the head of the rubber prick.“So, what are you waiting for, get those cocks out, and start jerking them for me,” Cheryl. She was totallyexposed and humiliated on her knees in front of herwaiting on whatever she wanted. She saw Linda reachdown grabbing her prize tits in each hand squeezingthem slightly.“Not bad for an old cow,” Linda smiled, and startedroughly squeezing them harder. “Tell me to milk youbitch.”“Milked by tits, mistress.” Donna replied as she felteach boob being pulled forward in rotation.Her face felt like it was on fire as she kneeled on herknees and the girl. He was in there with two other assistant coaches and they were mad as hell. The coach told us all we were basically scum and that we should be ashamed of ourselves. We were all staring down at the floor, feeling terrible that we had been caught and we didn't know what would happen at this point or if anyone else would be told. It would ruin us socially and I for one, was hoping for the best! The coach told us all to strip down naked and he didn't want to hear NO for an answer. We did as. “Whispered Shelly to her two male companions.“Okay.” Carl whispered. Carl Fields grinned knowingly atGreg Sullivan, as the two of them sat down in thedarkened hallway outside the Burnside’s front door. They started talking about the exhibition she had justput on. What they had seen in the movie was nothing likewhat Shelly had just accomplished. They talked aboutgetting a camcorder next time she was over “taking careof the dogs” and make a movie of there.