We went for a second one, as our breathing grew heavier and we started perspiring, looking into each other’s eyes as our locked lips sucked saliva. ...e came closer, with her hands in my shirt, feeling my skin, our tongues now touching and feeling the warmth of our breaths. I started sucking her tongue and feeling her navel area around her stomach and she did the same with mine, and after a couple of nasty saliva exchanges, we decided we couldn’t keep in our clothes any longer. We both took off. They were both very obviously in a state of arousal! Mark slapped me on the naked rump and said “go on hun, over to Gary – it’s his night remember”. So, I went over to Gary who eagerly pulled me onto his lap. He started to kiss me – tongue deep in my mouth (it was the first time my brother-in-law had kissed me properly) whilst one hand started squeezing a breast (milk spurted out) and the other one started to finger-fuck me, like Mark had done. After a few minutes, Gary got up and pulled me. He knew that Arlene cheated on his father but he also knew his father didn't care, as long as she was discreet. But he assumed he might, if she dallied with his son so Jack had kept his distance, not that he had been his tempted because his father's bride hadn't caught his eye.The woman who had the way with his father's prize stud had done that instead and she had just walked into the barn.Jack put away his phone and walked into the barn. He heard a voice humming slightly, maybe slipping some. Go up and put on your harness.” I go up the stairs and get my harness out. It is awicked little thing really. Mistress made it and it isone of her favorite things. It is a set of straps thatare attached to a garter belt. It is heavy leatherthough not lace. One part straps to my head and theother goes around her hips. There are buckles andcinches so that she can strap my head into place forthe next 36 hours. That is how long I will serve her asher pad this week. She may or may not free me.