Hid fingers scissored inside her, tapping her sweet secret spot her husband never touched. ‘Oh, why couldn’t he fuck me like Gary does,’ she tho...ught before all thoughts were wiped from her mind. She rode Gary’s hand and face like a woman possessed. “Oh my godddd,” she screamed, “Fuck meeeeeee.” and exploded all over Gary’s face.Gary lifted his face from her spasming pussy and told her to get on her hands and knees. She quickly turned and knelt on the sun lounger on all fours as he got behind. "Ughh Michael, I don't know if I can take all of you!" Oh, you will, if you can when your asleep you can when your awake! Now shut up and moan."I know it sounds mean but really I liked being talked to like that. I moaned before reaching back to pull him deeper inside of me, I overlooked the pained because I knew soon, It only be pleasure. I threw my head back and gasped before pushing back against his thrusts. He grabbed my hair and started pounding my pussy, I fought my eager wanting to cum on. ’ A sodden lump grew in Jack’s stomach as he finished his dinner mechanically. He had begun to dread this evening when Paige first told him of it. It wasn’t that he didn’t like art, he did. It fascinated him how a good artist could transmit any of a whole range of emotions with ink or clay or paint. It wasn’t that he didn’t like galleries, either. He and Paige had met in an art gallery – The Met, in fact. No… the fact was, he was dreading this opening, at this gallery, this night. There was. ‘Good, I’d be happy to,’ Jane said. ‘But first we need to get Clyde in position. So Clyde, bend over this,’ and she pointed to the wooden contraption in the middle of the room. It was made so that it made your bottom stuck way up in the air. She turned a crank on the side of it which raised it even more, and this made my legs completely straight. Then she asked my wife, ‘Do you usually secure him when he is spanked?’ ‘No, I don’t,’ she replied, ‘But it might be a good idea in this case.’ So.