So much for shy.I came back to bed and wrapped my hand around the bottom of his shaft the way he taught me. I thought about it. It's like a kiss, righ...t? I looked into his eyes. I looked down at his cock. I looked back into his eyes. What I saw there shocked me: complete trust; total want; love."You don't have to, Marcy," Jean-Luc said. "But if you want to know if I want you to? Yes. I want you to."I slowly went down over him, bobbing up and down to my hand.He groaned. "Oh God. That's so good.. But I didn't realize the real significance of this until the next moment when it all coagulated in my mind.We both stood to greet him as he suck out his hand to shake mine first. His hand was monstrous. My hand disappeared into this huge fist with the fattest fingers I have ever seen. Palming a b ball was not a problem for this guy.Then he shook my wife’s hand and her tiny hand completely disappeared into the meaty fist and I saw the horror on her face as she stared at his enormous hand. She. It suddenly occurred to me that neither of them spoke a word directly to me from the moment Connie joined us. They spoke about me often enough. But Connie never even returned my greeting when he got in the car!As Ty slipped the heavy blindfold over my eyes I realized that the way they're going about this is the perfect way to do this ... whatever the hell this is! The silent treatment went perfectly with the blindfold and the cuffs.They put the cuffs on my wrists and buckled them in place. Ty. His large body covered hers completely as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. His hand reached down between her legs and he rubbed her slit. She was incredibly wet. “Mmmmm.” She moaned into his mouth as his fingers rubbed her gash. He reached behind her, grabbing her ass and lifting her up along the door. She wrapped her short legs around his waist, locking her tiny feet behind him. He pushed his body down a little and then raised up, his fat cock piercing her entrance. “Ohhhh…” she moaned,.