As we kissed she was still moving her hips up and down in the same rhythm. Next thing she gasped. I could see mom behind her, some sort of belt around...her waist. I could hear mom’s hips clashing with Paula’s as her body lowered and raised on my cock.Paula was moaning loudly, “Fuck my ass you bitch”, every time my cock was fully inside her and mom’s hips met her ass, Paula groaned, not in pain, but in ecstasy.I could feel my orgasm start to build, my moans filled the room. Paula, lifted her hips. I dealt with a couple of business calls who had left messages, and an hour or so after the girls had gone to the pool, I followed them there to see what they were up to.By now the three of them were relaxing, lying on the bed under the sun lamp, Charlotte had her head between Sylvie’s legs and was eagerly licking her, and Ellie was dreamily kissing her new lover and stroking her small breasts with their little nipples. I came in and sat down and watched them making love for a few minutes, and. This is your time.I have always understood and accepted that men are the superior species and women like me are here for your ultimate pleasure in whatever form that may take.I would ask that we agree on the number of strokes you wish to administer on my back, neck and ass and I can count out loud as each lash is delivered with accuracy. As my preference would be for you to use a softish leather belt I would beg you to deliver 5 strokes between my legs in upward strokes against my labia then. I could faintly hear the distinctive ringtone on her phone that rings when I call coming from the room next door. I stood frozen in a mix of silence and a muffled party next door trying to hear it for sure then voice mail. I couldn't leave a message. I just hung up. I called back but this time put my ear to the wall and there was no mistake, my wife's phone was ringing in the room next door. The same room that just a little while ago I thought I heard four younger black men working over a.