Often as I was fucking Lisa, I would take my finger and rub her clit, giving her all the attention she could take. And still, once or twice a week, I ...would screw Arlene on the boat, and maybe once a week with my wife. And then there was another disaster. One day I was inside headquarters talking with my boss, and when I came out Lisa was there looking very mad. She told me to get in her truck and we drove off. She was pissed. Turns out she mentioned to Arlene how she was fucking me. Arlene. He began to lather up my back, and the feelof his strong hands on my skin was heavenly. He soaped me up all over,taking his time and paying special attention to my breasts and vagina.When he had scrubbed me down to his satisfaction, he handed me the soapand washcloth. I returned the favor, happy for an excuse to run mygreedy hands over his taut, athletic body. Before I'd been swapped intoJanet's feminine form, I'd been blind to the beauty of the male form.As I lovingly ran the sudsy washcloth. I was nude as I watched and her ability to swallow his sword had my fingers deep in my pussy. Harv let her have her way with his dick. My wet pussy made squishing sounds in my room.Harv looked up to my second floor window. I thought he looked me in the eye, so I stepped back from the window. My curiosity and horniness forced me back. I looked down and saw him still looking at me as his wife blew his massive cock.I stared down at him, challenging him to give some sign he knew I was watching. His. The pictures, enlarged and nicely framed, are hanging in Henri's bedroom. I kind of live at Henri's place most of the time now. I didn't really move in, but I spend many nights there, in his bedroom. Sometimes I look at the pictures and wonder what it is in me that makes me submit to such an ordeal. Henri never whipped me like that again. But every night I get spanked over his lap. Since he has a hand made of iron, I am quite content with that. Only once in a while I hand him a leather strap.