"I was about to cum," she said softly, urgently. "Wait a minute before you start again. And don't let me make you cum yet, either. Tell me before it's...too late."She kept up her ministrations, and I really WAS getting close. I let her keep rubbing me for a few more seconds. "Okay, stop!" I gasped, and for a moment, I thought I'd let her go too far, but I willed the orgasm back into its lair and relaxed a bit. She kissed me lightly."Okay, you can start doing me again," she said softly, and I. Now take out my cock, like the worthless faggot slut you are? I Swallowed even thou my mouth was as dry as a bone. Before reaching up and undoing the clasp on this trousers and undoing the zipper on his fly. He lifted his arse off the sofa so that I could pull off his trousers and briefs. He spread his legs and for the first time up close I saw another man’s cock.Looking back now it was at best only average size. But compared to my prick it was huge, at least twice as thick and even half hard. She placed her right arm on top and pushed down, my cock being forced against her covered thighs.“Right, naughty boy. Just take the smacks with the ruler and no fuss, otherwise I’ll start over,” Wendy Taylor instructed calmly.Within seconds, she had started, and within a few minutes the twenty-four stinging slaps with the ruler had been administered. They were deliberately targeted against the creases in between my bottom and thighs and Auntie Wendy hit the spot every time, twelve across each. “Oh, she’s definitely one hot little number,” Andy replied as he grabbed both Solo cups and started to walk back towards the glass door.“So what were you talking about, Cuda?” Lynette asked once more.“Just some guy stuff,” I replied with a smile.“Talking about all the fine boobs on display, I bet,” Cathy replied with a grin.“You’d be wrong, Cathy,” Andy said, “Mike was sharing his Code with me, if you must know.”“His code?” Lynette asked as she draped her towel over her right shoulder.“Yes, and.