I asked her if she was ready, and she said, “ready as i will ever be.” I led her out into the room, and the guys went crazy. We all stripped down ...and the fun began.Keith didn’t hesitate. He walked over and started feeling her from the front side. I came up from behind her and started feeling her from the backside. The other guys moved in and there were hands all over my wife. I couldn’t believe this was happening! Keith took her by the hair and shoulders and forced her to her knees. She had tim. "I immediately realised that I had overstepped the boundary."Oh! Yes! Of course mistress. But I thought you and I, - together, - ourown little place." Well, the answer's no. We're staying here and Grandpa Weston is right.You're going to New York to attend at the birth of your baby. That iswhat fathers are supposed to do!"I sighed. If mistress said it then that's how it was. I pulled out themilking machine and set it up as she showered then she called me in andmade me serve her before we. “What should I use on you?” Tom asked her. “The switch, Master,” Mika answered. “It is what I deserve.” Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin wood. The crack on her ass was loud and left a thin, red welt on her pale ass. “One, thank you Master,” Mika moaned. Crack! A second red welt appeared, a line of fire across the plain of her butt. “Two, thank you Master!” Dew dampened her bush by the fourth strike, and lust burned in her voice as she made her count. The fifth stroke landed on her. None the less we managed it without difficulty and I was fairly restrained in my dress so as not to over do things. I knew that Ben liked some of the stuff that I wore but not how much. This time we were going for a walk through London. It was winter and for once fairly cold so I wore a warm woollen dress with low heeled but tall leather boots and very long leather gloves. The thing was that Ben could not tell how long either the boots or gloves were under my coat. That was the theory, except.