Lord Paul stood naked as the Friar walked around behind him, she noticed the Friar look at Lord Paul's bare bottom and the smile on his face grew larg...er and then he said, "Bent over the table ,boy,as we have agreed you will receive twenty strokes every night for the next week," the Friar said slowly.Esther watched as Lord Paul bent over the table,his bare,firm bottom exposed to the pleasure of the old Friar,she suddenly felt jealous,she wished she could touch his bare posterior.Esther was sure. His fingers felt so good sliding in and out, the palm of his hand rubbing up against my now very stiff clit. Our tongues were deep in each other's mouths, my hips thrusting against his hand. My body's desire was taking over and I was losing control. I felt an orgasm building deep inside and wanted to cum so bad. I grabbed my husband hard cock and used the cum that was dripping out the tip to stroke it up and down. I whispered in my husband's ear to fuck me, fuck me now but it was load enough. Bob... give him... that cock... drive him... drive him... drive his ass... fuck that ass... fuck him... oh ssshit yeah... fuck him... that's it... that's it... right there right there right OOOHH GOD YEAH!" She bucked against my face spasming as the climax took her. Bob grunted, responding to her cries and taking pleasure in his part in making her cum as well as the pleasures of slamming his dick into and out of my tight, virgin ass.Bob continued pounding me into the bed as my wife moved back,. Moving her hand down her long neck, over her shoulder she rubbed her erect nipple, toying with it gently she reached for the shower gel, smiling to herself as the white soap fell on her full round tits, cold against the heat of her skin she felt her pussy moisten, the tingle growing to an ache. She began to rub the soap, with both hands around her tits, massaging, squeezing and teasing herself as she did, running her hands up her long slender neck, and back over her shoulders and roundness of.