She was wearing a blue checked dress that fit rather closely, and as she bent over to fuss with the blanket he could very clearly see her tits bobbing...with her motions. He shifted his gaze as she looked up at him, but not quickly enough for her to fail to see the direction he had been staring. Sam blushed, but Mrs. Severson only laughed."Oooo, you're a naughty boy, aren't you Sam?" she said smilingly."I guess I am," Sam said sheepishly. "Sorry about that." Yes, you should be sorry," she agreed,. This put my suspicious and cynical side right up on edge and I decided to do a little snooping around the house. I didn't discover much, but I did notice that Wanda was now hand-washing her underwear in the bathroom sink and not putting them in with the rest of the laundry as she had used to do. That bumped my 'affair' suspicion gland up another full notch or two.I tried to hold a serious talk with her Sunday morning but she was not at all in the mood to hear anything I had to say. I did get in. I am standing behind her and I start pinching and twisting her nipples and she begins to really squirm. I place the nipple clamps on her and this really pushes her over the edge. I lightly rub a finger over her clit. She is really enjoying this and so am I. I remove the teddy and the blinfold from her amazingly sexy body and untie her. I rush her to the bed while her pussy is dripping. I restrain her hands and feet with the straps on the bed. Once she is in place I pull off my thong and reveal. Joyce managed to take the fourth bag though she was in some pain and her stomach was distended. Frank readied a fifth bag and placed his hand on the nozzle. Joyce swallowed hard but shook her head. She groaned loudly. She reached down to remove the nozzle. She did and another explosion echoed in the bathroom as the water did it's trick. She finally strained to get the last bit out and wiped.As she stood, I said, "Four. That was good. Don't forget your tail." She nodded and pushed the tail home.