Her ears were blocked with soft wax. To further ensure that she could see or hear nothing, her head was covered with a slave hood with the ear and eye... holes firmly zippered shut. And to prevent her from removing any of that, she was face down on the floor with her arms and legs hogtied behind her back.By day... or at least during working hours... slave trixie was Ms Tricia Malone, administrative assistant to the very successful half of Tucker and Williams Market Advisors. Actually Tricia did. 'Now then. I want you to lick my clit. If you bite or try and hurt me in any way I will leave you tied to the bed with the front door open. Is that understood?' I asked calmly. 'OK.' I pulled the panties aside to reveal my glistening, wet pussy and lowered it to his mouth. He began to lick me, slowly at first then with more enthusiasm. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face into my crotch, riding his mouth. 'Do you like that Dave? Do you like licking me when I'm wearing your sister's panties?. "Are you sure Aaron?" the teen pleaded. "Don't you think we have time for you to stick your hard dick inside me one last time knowing that you might never get to do it again? I bet if we've started before my mom gets home, she'll still let us finish." Oh shit! Let's go for it!" Aaron gasped as he surrendered to the teen's hand job. "I'm afraid of what your mom is going to say if she walks in the door to find us fucking, but the way you rub my dick just makes me want to put it inside your. Well a couple days went by and my husband and Tom had talked about what had happened with him getting a blow job. My husband doesn't really seem like the type of man that would be ok with sharing his wife so Tom was very hesitant to the whole idea going forward. The hubby is a big guy 6'5 about 250lbs and can be pretty intimidating so Tom was smart to tread lightly lol. Anyway a couple days had gone by and we had all talked about going out to a local jazz club/bar. It was a Monday and the three.