Joan Sims was Secretary, her husband was Steve, Michael Walton was appointed Treasurer, helped by his ditsy wife Sue Ellen, Cesar Norello and his scru...mptious wife Vikki took care of the replies and arranged accommodation for the out-of-towners, whilst Bev and Tony Walton, Clive and Betty Jones, Peter and Sue Cook and Laurie and Lyn Walton made up the sixteen of the organising committee. Each descendant was assigned a particular duty and was expected to be assisted by their spouse.The committee. I ordered her to her knees and smacked on both cheeks with my dick three times. I said you are now in training with a smirk!She smiled at me with those beautiful lips and pearly teeth, I smiled back with a smack to her face! then I said open your mouth wide now! and stuff a gag ball in there tighten it. turned her around hand cuffed her hands. I pulled down her skirt as I looked at my wife as she lick her lips and playing with her pussy twirling her fingers around her clit,like I ordered. I can. Strange. It wasn't like waking up was supposed to be, I wasn't half asleep. I can't remember getting in the bed, in fact I can't remember the last thing I remember. Where did consciousness end last? I was clueless.I tired to move my body and I found it difficult. I could move though, I rolled over onto my stomach and opened my eyes, I was on the guest bed in the basement. Blinking didn't clear the fuzz from the world, so I went ahead and tried to get out of bed. As I stood I felt an incredible. No one would imagine this was the same woman who just a few hours earlier had passed out while trying to take on a monster black cock. Her pussy was still gaping open as she dressed this morning.Church went well. We sat and sang and prayed and listened to a sermon about some sort of sin. We stuck around long enough to be sociable, but then headed home. The ham and potatoes were in the oven, ready to go. I cheated and bought a couple of pies from a local housewife who sells pies on the side. I.