She gagged initially, but then soon got used to it. He was really fucking her face, going all out. Right before he was about to cum, he allowed her to...pull off. She had a second to breathe, before Dean slammed her down on his cock. He didn’t face fuck her. Instead he chose to hump her mouth as she ran her tongue all along his throbbing member. He savagely pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, moaning all the time. Finally he slowed down and allowed her to go to work on his cock. She took. But considering that she was going to tell me about an attempt to fuck my husband, there was room for concern. We were at a resort in rural Minnesota. Other than to hear her story, I’m not really sure why she invited me along, but I was glad she did. I appreciated the break from my routine. Supposedly, we would take a fly fishing class the next day. I don’t know why, but she had always done oddball things like that, and it wasn’t the first time I had done them with her. We’d had a nice dinner,. “Perhaps we can whip the evil perversion from you.” I pulled them all the way down then kicked them to the side, standing there bare ass naked with my hard on sticking out. I lay face down across her lap while she sat on the bed, my boner hot against her warm legs as I did.Then she started whipping me, not like the usual whippings I got, but much more brutal, It didn’t matter if she hit me on my ass or my back as I squirmed trying to avoid the lashes. If fact I don’t believe she cared where. I looked around, the booth was about the size of a disabled toilet and I noticed the white plasterboard walls were pretty thin, with a few holes here and there. The floor was tiled and sloping with a drain in the corner, like a shower. I remember finding that odd and then immediately finding more interesting things to focus on. Like the three naked girls on the screen, their legs, arms and mouths all over a single guy, writhing in a knot on a mattress. Mike looked at the screen for a minute or.