"You weren't too mad at me," he said smiling. "You know I like these shorts." Jennifer finally smiled back and ran her hands up and down his body. He ...reached down and picked up up by her waist, tossing her playfully onto the bed.He hopped on after her as she lifted her shirt off. Brett could see some light bruises still and touched them tenderly, looking her in the eye and frowning."I'm ok," she said, stroking his chest. "It doesn't hurt anymore." She reached back and took off her bra which. I made coffee, and lit a cigarette. I took a deep drag, and surprised myself with a coughing fit. Ok, I had not smoked for a while, but this was unusual. I had been smoking for over fifty years, after all.I smoked half my cigarette. I put it out in the dish I had been using as an ashtray since my arrival in Morwan. I drank my coffee, and waited on Mariel. I got up and paced. Perhaps I should send for her after all. She might not return for hours, and I really wanted to settle this, now.I felt a. The husband started to move behind here in a similar position to what we had enjoyed on the couch but the wife stopped him and moved around into a 69 position and told the husband to start fucking her.This is my favourite threesome position. I get to eat some pussy, my cock is being sucked and I can play with the guys cock and in particular his balls.I was licking the wife's clit as the husband slowly inserted his rock hard cock into her pussy. That distracted the wife from sucking my cock as. With your tongue, slave. Every drop. Lick it up -- but you're NOT allowed to swallow!" She chuckled. "Your punishment. Spit EVERY drop into the toilet. Then do your usual clean-up." She reached a hand into the bathwater and splashed it a couple of times. "And wash yourself up. You're disgusting! You can use TWO handfuls of my bathwater, no more!" Yes, Mistress," vomit answered."Did I say you could speak?" Mistress raised her hand, ready to deliver a blow if the slave replied. Wisely, he only.