That excited me and I did not know what itwas. I understood it as I grew up. The long stares of hungry men,specially older ones excited me and I start...ed to dressprovocatively. I wore skirts and shirt/blouse. The blouse wouldhave deep cut in front that would show my 34 inch breasts. The skirtwould be knee length and a bit loose so that once in a while it wouldfly and give nice view of my hairy snatch. I watched the men staringand that would always made me wet and I had to masturbate in. " Howie would say, usually right before thrusting his tongue into my mouth and pulling me in close so I could feel his hard-on pressing into my stomach. When we moved into our own place, that's when the rules were put into place. I was never to wear clothing except for when I got my period. I was not to leave the house without his permission or unless he was with me. And at six o'clock sharp, every night, I was to be waiting in our room, legs spread and ready to receive him. Now, at eight. He moved out of the way to let the other guy between her legs."You can have her tits now mate," he said to me and he started to thrust into my wife.Although I had just pumped my seed into my sister I was hard again already, as I watched this faceless guy fuck my shy innocent wife. I had never though myself as being a pervert, but there was no denying the excitement I felt at what I was seeing.I was alone again, the two guys had finished and left, I lay down between my wife's legs and pushed my. Bea's stockings and gloves were white and he was bound with black tape. His arms were behind him, wound in enough tape to hold them close toeach other. He was on his belly and his legs were bent upward, tapedsecurely together, his ankles and wrists connected by a short length ofstrong rubber that offered very little give. His mouth was not coveredbut there was a small device that looked like an old fashioned washingmachine's wringer, on his tongue, which kept the organ protruding fromhis.