You can’t stand it much longer and start moaning again and pushing backwards on to my tongue. Oh no.... no cuming yet. I start tickling you wi...th my tongue. All those hidden places, all those places that were never ticklish before. You scream for me to stop, not now, I have you in my power. I stand up and place my engorged member next to your face and you open your mouth to taste me. You suck like a mad woman, wanting me, needing me. You enjoy sucking me. I pull out. My other hand is not idle. Your ass squirms and your hips move. My hand slides further down until it finds the hot flesh of your thigh. Sliding upwards, my hand pushes aside the silk and finds smooth flesh. Firm. Hot to the touch. Only the waistband of your thong panties disrupts the smoothness of your skin. Now the sweet roundness of your ass is mine to savour. My fingers tighten and your hips move. Closer to me. I want to kiss you there. I want to taste the sweetness of the skin that has. I pulled him to the side and said quietly so my wife couldn't hear, "How about playing with her tits? Will that be enough for you?" He shook his head and suggested a blow job. I said no and again he reached for the radio. I pleaded with him not to do this and he turned to me and stated that this was his last offer, he wanted to finger fuck my wife until she came and be allowed to suck and fondle her breasts. I nodded and then turned to my wife who was leaning against the car a little groggily.. I was surprised. I figured we were busted and would have to do some quick explaining. But that didn’t happen. After almost twenty minutes John’s phone started to ring and he excused himself. As soon as he was out the door I told Rebecca to close it. As soon as the latch clicked she immediately froze in place and waited for her next set of instructions. I had never even imagined that this would work to such a degree. Rebecca was completely under my control and I was going to prove it to.