”“And he is OK with you fucking another man?”“He didn’t really have much choice.”“But the two of you are still planning on staying toget...her?”“Yes”The panel members started to debate among themselves.“I think Mr. Robertson should be in attendance when we decide on the appropriate punishment.”“Does he need to be here when we decide, or only when we execute that punishment?”“I think he should be here for both.”“Let’s see if he is available to come here now.”The panel called me and I arrived 15. The sun lay hot, the weather heavy and oppressive, Distant thunder and a wall of rain now in the distance, advancing across the open marshland, so forewarned they took their coffee and the cushions indoors. Together they sat in the stuffy conservatory, watching the advancing storm approaching, each wrapped in their own thoughts, the sky darkened, lightening flashed, thunder cracked and the rain began to stream down the glazed panels. John picked up the binoculars, to watch the last train of. She had seen Mike’s cock before, but not up close like in the videos. Sophie’s hand went in her panties, her middle finger dipping in her pussy for moisture, then rubbing her clit as she watched Betty, her mom suck Mike’s fat cock.Sophie was amazed at how much her Mom seemed to enjoy sucking Mike’s cock, and he was obviously loving it. She watched her Mom Betty deep throat him, she saw her suck him until he cum, swallow and suck him some more. She watched with wonder when he grabbed her Mom's. Within a minute, Wendy started to squeal at the top of her voice as her orgasm crashed over her in waves. God only knew how I hadn't cum ten times by now in the middle of this honey trap Wendy had me build for myself. But I was coming now, shooting more cum than I ever thought possible, roiling with love and affection, and shaking with lust. At last, we collapsed beside each other in a hot, sticky, pile of fluids. I looked thoroughly exhausted while Wendy wore a quiet, satisfied, smile. For six.