K.," I responded. Molly then added, "Have your coffee and come into the front room, I have your Christmas Present!" I gulped down the coffee as it w...as not too hot, which to me, was just right. I slid on my pants, and as I was still whipping the sleep from my eyes, laid out on the couch was a Calvin Klein suit.Merry Christmas!" said Molly, with this look like she was a cat that had just satisfied its nutritional needs with a canary. "Oh, my gosh. So that little ruse with me being the model. It drives him nuts. He loves to feel her soft lips on the shaft and her wet hot mouth wrapped around its hard mass. He loves the way her warm drool slides down and over his balls. He loves to feel it on his fingers. Helps him know that she is having fun. The more drool the better. The best sensation he gets is when she has him grab the shaft and jerk it in and out of her mouth fast. He holds her head as he pumps it in and out of her mouth. The warm drool covers his fingers. She loves feeling. Thefabric was damp.The assembled throng of twenty or so Marines around mewhooped and clapped, indicating their approval when theycaught sight of the honey’s exposed cunt.None of us had seen a woman in three month – we were allhorny as hell. The strangeness of the situation ran through my mind – Ithought about how a few minutes before I had forcefullydragged her over to me, slapping her face, calling her a“whore” and a “slut.” Every other one of my. “Ow, ow,” he cried, using his hand to cover his penis.“Right, I’ll start again. You know the rules.” she said uncovering the head again.The strap made a loud ‘whack’ each time it struck his erection which swung sideways after each stroke. ‘Whack, ‘whack’, ‘whack’.Adam began to get off the desk.“Don’t you dare move until I tell you.” I shouted. “You are getting six strokes from each of us. I will now try the strap.I gripped his erection which was rigid. This boy was well endowed and it was.