I suddenly feel his balls lightly slap my teeth.He holds still for a while allowing me to adjust to the foregin object in my throat and then he starts... to move. My body instinctively tries to dislodge the obstruction and I gagg, he moves faster and my mouth is wet and overflowing with siliva. He holds my head up to get the last few inches inside my mouth. My mouth and lips are stretched and even his balls seem to want to hide insdie my mouth but there is just no more space.I want to please. I pushed my wife off my cock and got out the bath, giving her a hard tonguing kiss. “Bend over the bath.” I said. My wife obliged as my hand ran down her back and over her bum cheeks. As I moved my hand over her bum I gave her ass hole a quick little rub before moving my fingers further down to her wet cunt. After a quick test, I could tell it was wet enough for my shaft. As I went round behind her, my wife spread her legs knowing what was coming. I grabbed my cock, aligned it with her hole and. Mark had grown to hate it and rolled his eyes."You've gotta be kidding."Beth dropped her gaze to the sheets. Began to move. "I have to take it." No!" She recoiled at the sharpness. "Leave it. Everything will still be there tomorrow. Trust me." But…" A ringing phone doesn't have to be answered. Diane'll get over it." His tone was firm.She twitched, flicking her eyes between her husband and bag on the sofa across the suite. A long thirty seconds until it rang off. Twenty seconds after that the. One of the stewardesses entered carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses. The Princess looked at her and saw she was wearing a well-tailored hostess's uniform, similar to those on any western airline.During her research, and from the visit to Stapleford Grange, she had learned how low the men's opinions were of women in her father's world. She guessed that the stewardess, a female slave in this male dominated environment, would normally wear something more revealing, and probably more.