Her usual remedy of turning her thoughts to future bondage sessions failed,this time, to engage her interest. She had been feeling for some time thats...omething was deeply dissatisfying about Self Bondage; the fun was all in thepreparation and the immediate confinement, matched only by the relief of release.If she had a Partner; a (what were they called? Ah, Dominants!) how much morefun it would be, she thought wistfully. No more long preparations; no moreelaborate release mechanisms! She really. The music level went up as someone opened the door and quickly went quieter as the door closed. One of the other strippers appeared in camera range and he went to the side of the table pulled my wife's head closer and fed his cock into her mouth as she turned her head to the side to receive it. She caressed his balls and moved her head up and down his shaft. After some time the guys changed places while my wife stayed exactly in the same one with a cock in her mouth and one driving deep into. ”“Yeah — Claire and Kalista mean so much to me.”“Ooh, If I had a pillow to throw at you right now,” she said, laughing out loud.We arrived home. As we walked into the house, I turned to my mother and said, “Antoinette, would you care to dance?”“You know Charles. I have spoken to your father about you and Claire and you know what he said to me?”Uh-oh. I hope that this is a rhetorical question, or I am about to step into a big pile of warm shi... “Charles. I am talking to you! Wipe that silly. She scooted a couple of papers aside and first thing she saw was all the nasty cock suckin’ magazines, all open to little cuties with big fat dicks down their throats. “Oh my, “ she stammered, “what is this. Put this nasty stuff away. My goodness. . “ her voice trailed off. “I sure am sorry ma’am. I was whacking off when you came up and I thought a buxom fat titted woman like you would appreciate some good porn. Did you see all them excellent pictures of them cuties?” ” Yes, I.