We lay snuggled in each other's arms."Today, we move into our own home." I said."That sounds good. Let's invite your parents and Janice over day after... tomorrow, and Mary, also. We can have all the family over after that." Suits me." So, we had better get moving. We have to move this bedroom to our house and the one from there back here. We also need to get the furniture from the store and set it up. Finally, we have to do something about the garage and the Davidson's bodies." Okay, okay, slave. I went down stairs cupping my hands over my penis until Aunty called up, “You know the rules, hands by your side.” I took away my hands before continuing. I could hear the girls murmuring and saw Aunty Beryl give them a sharp look. Then she turned to me and reminded me to stand in front of the table and tell everyone why I was being punished. “I was late for breakfast and hadn’t washed or got dressed before coming down.” I stated and glanced up to see all three girls staring at my cock just as. She walked forward as she pushed two guys back. "Preferably six of you that aren't hitched already." Five guys walked forward. "Now sit in the chairs and keep your hands to yourself at all times," Jordan smiled. "Has anyone seen my guy?" she asked looking at the crowd through the dim lights. "I know he will get lost in this dark room, he is kinda dark himself." The crowd laughed. "He's over here, hiding," a woman shouted. "Pull his ass up here," Jordan shouted back. Brandon finally appeared. ” I heard the man tell my wife. My dick was still hanging out of my pants and it was getting a bit limp, when I felt a hand that wasn’t my wife’s petting my cock. It sprang back to life. She stroked my cock and cupped my balls with her other hand. My wife was also being felt up by the dude. He had his right hand on my wife’s right tit. He was palming the side of the tit and he was rolling her nipple between his first two fingers. My wife was looking at me with a look of surprise and ecstasy.