"Boys," he said, "a little humiliation is good for you. It teaches, er, humility." He pointed to Brad. "Even you, faggot. Besides, how do you expect t...e girls to work out if you don't do your parts?" May I add something?" said Mrs. Fredashay. "You boys are almost all heavier than any of the girls. Yet none of the girls ever complained when it's their turn to be sub."The girls all shouted, "Right!" and then all broke out giggling.Feeling defeated, Lenny lay down on the bench at the shoulder. This allowed her to tease Devin’s bare nipples while they continued kissing. Brenda pinched, pulled, and stroked Devin’s nipples until kissing became almost impossible with the moans escaping Devin.Devin’s hands hadn’t been idle either. She had unzipped Brenda’s dress and had let it fall open. Brenda, giving Devin room to pull her dress up and off of her body, leaving her there in just her bra, panties, stockings, and three-inch heels.Although Devin had pulled Brenda’s dress off, it was Brenda. " I reached down and collected a tit, feeling it through her bra. "Let's clear the decks some." Rachel looked up at me and I could see fear and arousal warring in her expression. "Just relax, Honey -- you're among friends -- and it looks like Santa is gonna fill both legs of your pantyhose THIS Christmas! Let's get that jacket off..." She had on this little bolero suit jacket that went with the pants; she obligingly lifted one hand and then the other so that I could tug the three-quarter-length. The spread eagle setting on that sex seat was working well. This guy and the other two knew my wife, well at least they knew her as both the campus runner and the little blond stripper at Lorraine’s Lounge. It was extra exciting that they now got to fuck that same woman. The first guy was beginning to fuck my wife hard and fast. Bill had told them that they could use her as true fuckmeat, and fuck her as hard as they wanted, and, of course, not use a condom. Condoms were rare in the late.