The last picture was a close-up of my wife’s well worn, red, stretched out cum dripping pussy. I almost shot off in my shorts right then!After I doc...ored the photos, which didn’t take long, I called for my wife. She came out and looked at the photos (her first time to see them too) and gave a little giggle. Then I had to ask her, “What’s with you going down on all the women and is Bob bisexual or something?”My wife replied, “Good! I’m glad you asked that! Bob and Sally have this little group. I have good client loyalty.That done, I had them all move to the yoga studio. Sharon took a moment from her class so that I could make introductions. As we filed back, I told everyone that Sharon was not a trainer, so the routine would be their responsibility. Sharon was going to coach them on limits. That made sense to everyone, since no one trifles with yoga.Once we finally hit the weights and machines, things went smoothly. Everyone did know their own routine. I just needed to spot check. Wow I never new what it was like. I suck gently on her soft spot, opening her gently,one finger slipping in just a little, I steal a taste of my finger that has been inside her,licking gently form her bum to her soft spot, “do to me what you want me to do to you” she say again.– (I can’t do that I like to be filled, I like to be stretched and deep, I can’t do that to her.) –She feels like warm silk on my tongue, so soft, a taste of heaven you cant put into words.In my mind, I see what I want to. “Baby, look at me,” I say as I run my thumbs over your hands, our eyes finally connect in the mirror and I give you a small sad smile as I tilt my head to the side. “What’s wrong?”You grab my hands and place them around you gripping onto them like they’re grounding you, you sniff a little before saying, “I just feel like nothing suits me, everything feels wrong.” You move away from the mirror leaving my arms in the process as you go to the pile of clothes, you hold out each and every piece of.