Her eyes stated, Oh yes, right there, what I WANT, what you need. His eyes replied, Yes… The whip cracked on the tip of his engorged cock, he scre...amed. His body quaked with each lash as She mercilessly danced the leather tip all over his cock, but his eyes stayed locked with Hers, not wanting to turn away from those beautiful, green eyes which pierced his very being. I can’t take this he thought…it’s too painful, too much… then a feeling of gratification washed over him. Pain, yes, but. Her skirt was a different matter, it barely covered her ass, and without panties, she was vulnerable to wandering eyes, but that only made her heat up more. She quickly tied her hair into two short ponytails, the way he prefered, and head to her car. Driving was torture, she was slowly growing wet with anticipation and couldn't touch herself, he would know if she did. But she couldn't resist pinching her slowly erecting clit, casuing a slight whimper to escape her mouth as she drove.. I had to continue trying to remind myself that it was necessary if I wanted to sleep with her again.Within the first few hours of the ad being up with a simple picture of me and my wife fully clothed in nice attire, a few gentlemen responded. They were eager "bulls" who were looking to humiliate me as they pleased my wife.I responded and informed them my wife was looking to get fucked (in front of me) and, in return, I'd get to fuck her again as "sloppy seconds." That was a win/win for my. I stifled a scream as I was being dragged against a hard naked body. Feeling a huge hard on, I rinsed my face off as quickly as possible so I could see who it was. When I turned around I saw the school playboy, Beau Johnson. "Stop it, asshole," I exclaimed to him. "Oh come on, baby. You know you want it." "Sure. I might want it but one thing I don't want is syphilis.... which I'm sure you have." "You little bitch! I was going easy on you, but now you're getting fucked whether I have to hold.