“He’s like one of those horny little monkeys at the zoo,” Chet commented.“Can you believe that’s all I had to fuck for the past twelve years...?”“It explains why you came sniffing around for this.” Chet grabbed his big, floppy cunt fucker and waved it proudly.Irene reached over and took it from him and began working it. “You know, I can’t tell if he’s jerking off to my pussy or your cock.” My wife had her legs splayed wide as she played with her bröther’s hog. “I think he really does want to. She giggled as she slowly dropped her hands exposing a perfect pair. I am not using that word in hyperbole. They were perfect. The started high, sloped out with a sudden severe swelling at the bottom producing a tear drop shape. The constituency and heft would best be described as a plastic sandwich bag dropped on the counter on the corner. I near bursting tightness with total fluidity of motion. I promise you, if they were fake, they were the best ever constructed. The front sloped heavily. He told me to strip naked and to put my clothes in a pile on the floor in front of me. Not seeing a way out of it I started undressing. I paused when a few of the guys pulled out their phones and start taking pictures but I continued knowing that if I didn't do what they want a few pictures would be the least of my worries. After my clothes were laying in a pile on the ground, one of the guys came over, picked them up and said that I wouldn't get them back until I earned them. I stood there. He's been mentioned a couple of times but evidently he doesn't take part in their extracurricular activities. The others seem to think his wife won't allow it.Steve stood up. Wearing only his jockey shorts he began moving around me, recording the proceedings for posterity. Or could they be recording it for some more sinister purpose? But that's silly. I'm doing everything I'm told. There's no need to blackmail me. They must be recording this for their own amusement. I know how much guys like to.