We chatted over dinner with my wife and Suzy who were recalling some of the events that had happened quite recently. And the more I heard the more ann...oyed I became with Kev.Well Kev kept ringing Suzy trying to find where she was staying. And after about a week he finally traced her to our home.And this particular I was in my workshop making some BDSM furniture, when I heard raised voices and they seemed to be getting louder. So I went to the house to check this out. I saw my wife with a cut to. But it does turn me on so much, all of it, the idea of doing it, actually doing it, and Kennedy threatening me with it. So I come just about on the spot when she says that. Well not that exact spot but maybe the one right after that one.I manage to not totally collapse on top of Kennedy, but she's got her hand on top of my head and pushing me down, carrying through on her threat. I get down there and start licking. I'm trying to do a good job, despite having just come. Kennedy's already totally. Mrs Jackson was grinning at my predicament, staring at my cock she reached forward and took hold of it, she then looked up at me and said, "your not supposed to be enjoying this little boy, I think my slipper will help you concentrate." "Now before you go back over my knee have you anything to say" Remembering what My Landlady had said earlier I blurted out, "Thanking you for punishing me Mrs Jackson." My landlady beamed another grin and said "good little boy, now over you go." My landlady. It was a strong temptation, but he gave her one last, long kiss and stepped away.‘No, let’s spread the blankets out. I want you like a feast.’ Tony grinned and tossed her one of the blankets from the back of the quad. She smiled back slyly and spread it out. Then she took her glasses off and frowned at them.‘Crap, you smudged me with your beastly kisses,’ she said, and stuck her tongue out at her brother playfully. ‘Not that I’ll need them, for what we’re going to do. The joys of being.