Audrey produced a spool of craft wire and secured her husband’s testicles firmly to the woven cane webbing of the seat and then stood. “Now, turn ...hat chair to face the mirror and I don’t want to hear another sound from you!” “But that hurts a little and I want my camera…” Jeff began. “Speak again and that camera of yours will be a bag of pieces in the trash and those wires a bit tighter big boy.” I lay on the bed shocked but as you turned from him and literally crawled across the bed to me. Young Harold rested back on the bench, grinning like a maniac. He looked around, and, seeing there was nobody nearby, said something else to the woman.Immediately she stood and bent over the bench, lifting her skirt and pulling her panties down. The woman’s child who had been playing nearby had wandered further away and was playing on the slide. She climbed up the ladder and slid down, but couldn’t stop herself at the bottom and fell onto the gravel at the base of the slide.Harold stood and. " In the meantime, watch my face as Mark gives me a real fucking."I couldn't beleive my wife was a willing partner in this perversion. She seemed to delight not only in that cock, but also in my humiliation. I lay there, unable to move, forced to watch the expressions on my wife's face. Expressions of bliss, of sheer pleasure, as Mark rode her hard. She was now sufficiently stretched to take his girth at full force. The whole bed shook obscenely, and my body bounced up and down, like a cork on. " No," I said. "I think about fucking you all the time. I jacked off with your panties because I was thinking about fucking you."It wasn't true at all. I'd never thought about her before seeing her in that bikini. But I wanted it to be true. I thought maybe she'd see it as some excuse for why I was going through her things."Can you keep it a secret if we do it?" she asked. "From your parents. From your friend. From everyone. I can keep your secret...."My head was spinning. What the hell was.