She put her hands on either side of his face and lifted it to look at him.“Are you okay?” she asked. He gripped my arm which was around his neck, ...ook a deep breath and nodded.He put his hand on Sam’s cheek and nodded again, then ran it down her arm and took hold of her hand. I saw him squeeze it and then he turned to face me and took hold of my hands and looked me in the eye. There was a major conflict going on, his eyes were in turmoil.Sam put her hand on his shoulder and said, “Tell her.”She. I had read on some S&M sites about tit and cunt torture and was amazed at all the different variations that you could use to torture a female tit or cunt. I was really surprised that I came along a site that showed a woman sitting naked on a ant hill. She let those ants crawl all over her cunt as she squirmed from the tiny bites that they were given her. I just about came looking at that short video and wished that it was me on at anthill. That video started me on my self torture journey. And. I jokingly responded “you never know, go for it”. I thought my wife was cheating on me with some guy while I was away on business trips so I had rigged up this motion sensing camera to go on whenever someone was near the pool, thinking I would catch my wife cheating. Well now I was watching something entirely different. Apparently Angie had decided to “go for it” because she was obviously enjoying whatever Sandy was doing to her pussy. Sandy’s head came up from my wife’s pussy. Her tongue. He reached forward and turned the heaters off. "You don't need to be warm." he grunted and picked up speed."What do you mean Sugar?" Pat looked at him with a confused look on her face. He ignored her and continued to drive, locking the doors. Pat put her hands in her coat pockets looking for her phone, pepper spray, knife, something, anything. Nothing."Where are we going Sugar?" she asked trying to stay composed. "You don't need to know. Now shut up and stop calling me Sugar!" he yelled at.