“Honey, would you like to have a better look at Melissa’s tits?”
Not wanting to give up this opportunity, I stood up. Sex Steve had raised his arm; his hand was held high into the air. The only time I will want to hear your voice…is if I ask you a question.”
When Steve asked if Melissa understood him, she softly spoke. “What type of punishment do you think Karen deserves?” Her question was directed towards Steve. And so, my fingers, my fingernails…amidst the lubrication, I clamped my fingers into the cleft of Melissa’s ass cheeks and spread her ass even wider than before. She nodded her understanding and said. Her eyes were closed when my face was buried into her pussy…when my tongue left her clit; her eyes opened wide. It took me no more than 3 minutes to secure her to the bench. He was well aware that with some sexual stimulation, the body’s senses are heightened, thus increasing the effect of physical pain. “Steve expects you to be standing in the corner.” I motioned her to take the remaining few steps towards the corner. My husband was on a quest of sorts. Her hand was shaking when she placed the wine glass on a table.
