Lila, her heart beating an irregular, rapid, tattoo, in her ears, opened her eyes, unwillingly drawn to look at the nail, dimpling the skin on her wri...st. She noticed his hand, holding the cruel iron spike steady, even the small hairs, on the back of his fingers; hairs that she liked to taste with her tongue. Lila knew that, whatever else, Manu was not delaying for her benefit; she looked up at his tortured face and saw the tears, crawling down his cheeks, dropping, slowly, from his chin.And. He was a good student and he had no intention of letting his grades suffer. His lawn care customers understood that he’d have to reduce the number of lawns he and his hired friends tended, and nearly all the ones he dropped when classes began asked to be included on next summer’s list.Those women who fell into the special customer category understood their secret lover’s amorous activities would have to be sharply curtailed, as well, simply because there weren’t enough hours in the day. None of. My wife sat on the couch with the two bulls next to her one on the couch beside her one on the chair beside her I could tell by her nod and her debilitated speech she was completely mine to control, I told her again to open her legs and lift her short dress so they could see her stockings and panties.She did this, and I told them it's time to start without hesitation they both got up and unzipped their pants. The look on her face was amazing to watch as these 2 7 inch soft cocks sprang down by. “Gotcha. Wait until you give someone a good show.” I kissed him again to show how much I loved him and loved the freedom he allowed me. I knew how lucky I was that he had always loved seeing my titties squeezed and seeing me be an exhibitionist. I also loved how he had started sharing me with his friends early in our marriage. Letting him see me “put on a show” with public nudity and especially getting felt up was how I “paid” him for letting me fuck around. Pretty good deal as far as I was.