I just couldn't believe this level of humiliation. I fully expected my wife to intervene or at least protest. But she gleefully counted. Mike then tol...d me to turn around and caned my ass thirty times. The pain was immense. I wouldn't be able to sit properly for days!Mike then tied my hands behind my back. "Make sure you watch every moment of me enjoying your wife's bod," he said. I nodded meekly. He commanded my wife to carry him like a baby Since he is short and light, my wife carried him. By Friday, I'd informed everyone I thought necessary. Those that had the news would very likely, slowly and over time, tell others within my circle of friends and family, thus saving me a lot of phone calls and emotional angst. I only told those whom I knew I could trust with being honest and factual in relating what was going on and why.Earlier in the week, it took all the will power I could muster not to communicate with Gayle, whether through email or phone. But the time did seem to pass. As with any new and exciting activity, I wanted more so, I began to rummage my dads dresser drawers. I found his stash, a playboy with the most beautiful models all naked except garters, stockings and other lacy skimpy lingerie. My little mind could hardly get enough. I was quickly becoming addicted to masturbation and porn. But I still wanted more soooo...I started taking a look around my older sisters drawers, finding her nice panties and best of all, her pantyhose. I always had to be. Mera lund ab bhi pant ke andar aise khada tha ki jaise tambu me bamboo khada ho. Achanak unki nazar mere tambu me bamboo par padi to wo gusse me boli Dinu bete kuchh to sharam karo hamari yahan kafi izat hai itana besharam hokar mat nacho, chup chap mere samane khade hokar nach dekho. Yah sunate hi sharam aur dar ke mare meri hawa nikar gayee aur mai chup hokar unke aage khada hokar nach dekhane laga. Unke dar se mera nasha bhi utar gaya tha. Wo bhi mere pichhe khadi hokar nach dekhane lagi..