I couldn't help but wonder if she was speaking from experience.I drove for a few miles, hoping that the further we got out of town, the more traffic w...ould thin out. We finally saw a driveway with a clearing that was hidden from the road by a row of trees. It was now or never. I realized that my wife was too drunk to get out of the van or get herself undressed. This was going to be harder than I thought.I opened the sliding side door and tried the position we would be using for sex. Wow, not. "I don't want to!" Stephanie pouted from behind me and I felt her mouth on my hairless little sack, her tongue playing against it. She had her nose pressed against my butthole like she wanted to fuck me with it."I know, believe me." The man, William, pushed a little with his hips, coaxing me to open my throat the way he liked.We'd been fucking on and off for over fifty hours and these two tourists had spoiled me nice in between. Shopping and fancy restaurants and the prime clubs uptown, all. My wife flushed but made no effort to cover or hide. My wife was taunting back that there was more to see. She crawled up in the bed as she rested on her back sitting her glass of wine on the bedside table beside herself. She presented me a look of hunger, so I walked around and said: "Don't hide those sexy panties from us, I think Bob and I are both enjoying seeing them." I reached down and pulled the hem of her dress up as she raised her hips to enable me easy access. I pulled the dress up. ” Janine said tearfully.Marek felt himself choke up and pulled the little girl into a hug, it brought a lump to his throat whenJanine tentatively put her arms around his neck and clung to him.“No sweetheart, no one ever whips anyone here, it’s not allowed. The lady I want you to talk to is called Claire and she would love to chat with you for a while, is that ok?”“Ok, do you really never whip your cunts?”“Honey we don’t call little girls that here, we like to call them nice things like.