"Gary, this car is registered in both our names. Our new names I should say. We're married, Isabelle... Oops! Sarah is our daughter... Open the glove ...compartment... and say goodbye to your old life."I pulled out some envelopes. I felt like Mr. Phelps on Mission Impossible. There was a Wyoming driver's ID in there with my picture and new name and signature on it, social- security cards, notarized birth certificates and marriage license, a joint First National Bank savings book showing $23,000.... Working girls moved between clients with enticing looks and luring words. Small alcoves dotted the large room. Some were open, others were closed off by drawn curtains of embroidered fabric. In the alcoves sat entertainers of various kinds plying their trades. Two masseurs, a man and a woman each dressed in scant white cloth, sat on their tables waiting for clients. A female barber dressed in an apron and nothing else spun the red and white sign pole outside her alcove announcing to the room. She didn't respond, but she neither pulled away, at least at first.Her bra hooks were undone and I was pulling her bra out. Suddenly she pulled her face away. I was shocked. "Honey, we mustn't get carried away," She said calmly."I'm sorry amma," I apologized.I didn't ask any more questions and obeyed her like a good son. I slowly took her bra off while relishing my first close view of my mother's gorgeous breasts. Gravity had a very minimal effect on them even though they were 36D in size. They. My wife must have been really pissed; I got five lashes with a thick leather belt followed by being “pegged” by my wife in my virgin asshole. It really hurt at first, but after a while I got used to it and my ass relaxed. Meanwhile Carol straddled my face as I was forced to eat her pussy as my wife worked on my ass with that dildo. Finally, Carol came and rolled off of my face. My wife had a pretty good orgasm also. I was surprised when I shot a load of cum as my wife fucked me. What really got.