Her stomach was flat and toned. She dipped her body, spreading her legs and writhing to the beat. She rested her hands on my knees as she pushed herse...f up. The song ended. ‘Want a dance, mister?’ she asked as the next song queued up. I picked a twenty-dollar bill out of my pocket and rested it on the arm of the couch. ‘Just one – because it’s slow tonight.’ I slouched into the back of the couch and didn’t bother trying to hide my increasing erection. My sister-in-law leaned her back into me.. "Is Erika ready yet?" Oh, she's waiting for you in the exercise room already, but let me warn you, her mood is foul at best." Torture room would probably be more appropriate," Jon answered with a slight shiver. "After what I had to put her through yesterday, I wouldn't be surprised if she tried to kill or dump me at the very least. I can't understand what went on in your heads when you decided to put me in charge of her rehab program. I'm a Fleet Commander, not a physiotherapist." Um, well,". Nothing. The overwhelmingfeeling of helplessness, shame and degradation makes my imprisoned dickswell inside the plastic tube, causing me to moan in lust andfrustration. The moan is echoed by my mirror image, my wife, whose mouthis going to be used by faceless strangers just like mine.I feel the stranger's cock's head touch my tongue and instinctively poolback - a futile gesture. My head is securely held in, my mouth is heldopen, my body no longer belongs to me... the smell and taste. I rubbed now, without shadows, without fear and without doubt.He was ready to come. His cock was swelled, and his breathing was shallow. He stood close, so his movement was near me, and he smiled at me before the last stroke.When he came, I could see everything clearly. The slip of his hand over the end of the head and back again, and the spurt of the fluid from the end. As well as seeing it, I could feel it. His come spurted across the small gap between us, and most of it landed on my busy.