“I burned them.” he finally replied.“Well, too goddamn bad for you.” Amy snarled. “ Now its your turn to strip.”Amy pulled off Alexanders ...shoes and socks. The pants were locked above the cuffs. Amy pondered for a while. She uncuffed one leg and recuffed the other to his hands. She pulled off the pants and his underpants from the free leg. She repeated the process for the other leg.Alexander feebly tried to kick at her. It earned him another whack in the face, this time from one of his shoes.. . We want to help him though... That'swhy we offered to do this here. He's a really good guy Lynds, he needsus to be there for him..."She wiped a tear away. "He's a great guy... At least before his Dadleft and all the crap started happening... He pushed everyone away,even me... He became so damn focused on football and quit spending timewith anyone... Then you two came along and the way he's supporting youtwo... I just started thinking that he might... Be more into you twothan me... I've read. I began to think of all her so called female friends that had visited while I had been away on business trips. On my return she always seemed to have marks on her wrists ankles and butt she explained it as shoe straps on her high heels, bangles not coming off, and bruises from CrossFit training. Ali looked at me, grinning, a knowing look. "Your wife is a sub, a lesbian femme fatale, a girly girl." Ali watched as Eileen reluctantly licked the cum pool off my belly. I looked down at my wife her. Wildly, passionately, tongues stabbing, bodies grinding. She was half sighing half groaning and pushing tighter and tighter against me. When we finally broke free of each other she led me to her bedroom and sat me down on her fourposter bed. She then proceeded to unbutton my shirt, then took my hands in hers and placed them squarely on those 38 C's. I masaged them through her dress for a couple minutes then just pulled the front down. She melted to her knees and began undoing and unzipping.