The guy told her that he liked it dirty and rough. Hearing this, my hot wife felt her hungry cunt was starting to get wet…The guy suddenly made her ...strip off from her blouse and started to fondle her boobs, pinching her hard nipples. The bastard made her deep throat him at first. He grabbed her head and fucked her mouth very hard, making her throat go deep onto his cock. He told her that she would be his slut until he filled her mouth with his cum. This really turned Ana on; she felt her pussy. I just did manage to stagger into the bathroom before I wet myself. I frantically groped for my Willy Peter, couldn't find it, then realized why. I'd have to lower myself down on the commode to do my business. Inconvenient, having to sit to urinate. My bladder let go in a powerful surge of blessed relief. Then I noticed the chain attached to my ankle.The chain hooked through an eyelet on a padded metal band locked around my left ankle. There were about twenty feet of sturdy lightweight alloy. Even as I turned to her to unzip my dress she gave me a slap on my bottom and told me to hurry up. I quickly got undressed and spent 15 minutes on the naughty spot with my bare bottom fully on show, my hands on my head, and my nose pressed against the wall. My nipples were tort and also pressed against the cool wall. Even as I was getting aroused I spent the time thinking about how rude I had been and convinced myself how much I deserved to be spanked. It was easy though as my pussy was wet at. Win, or go away. That was about it, and we all knew it."These guys are good!" Paul began, borrowing, probably inadvertently, the slogan of the Professional Golfers' Association. "They're not just good. They're better than us."I figured Paul had said that for its shock value. --Maybe we were supposed to all jump up and holler "No! No!"But nobody hollered. Facts were facts."They're whipping us, and that shouldn't surprise anybody, because they've won 120 games this year..." One hundred twenty?" I.