My wife, Pat, is very involved in civic affairs and one night I was sitting in the neighborhood bar having a beer when the six o'clock news came on. I... wasn't paying any attention to it when I heard one of the guys sitting next to me say to the guy on his right:"I wonder if Pat is still giving hand jobs?"The other guy said, "I don't know, but I would sure like to find out."I looked up just in time to see my wife on the TV screen. She was at the dedication of the new animal shelter. Both guys. Licking her lips the queen instructs me, “Lord Florkner, paint those breasts red by flogging them.” In dismay, I hear her words but cannot move. “Now!” The queens roar echos off the walls. Wishing for death, I step up and bring the whip down over her naked titties. Tears streaming down her an my face, I see her flinch and beg me to stop. “One”, I hear the guard count. The flogger swings again and I watch the angry welts begin to form. Her nipples hard, her flesh reddening and glistening with. " He moaned as he did. The vibrations from his lips and his warm wet tongue drove me insane. My body thrashed upon my mattress like a fish out of water. My back arched as his tongue drove further in to massage my G spot. This was even better than the vibrator. He couldn't seem to let go of my upper torso, namely my breasts. He worked my nipples and the fleshy mounds surrounding them. I felt that hot rush come again as I squirted into his mouth. My cum was thick and cloudy. "Mmmm, you're so. ”Jason took the stairs two at a time, energy resurfacing along with his good mood. A night on the couch with two lovely women did sound pretty good to him.He went into Sarah’s room without knocking and found her sitting on her bed in almost the same position she had been in downstairs. Her legs were drawn tightly up to her chest and she was resting her head upon her knees. She stared at her nephew, her face carefully blank and considering - waiting patiently until he revealed what he wanted of.