Yet poor Brad dared not reach out to touch Alyssa’s smoothly rounded young body—or even his own guiltily aroused organ—for she enjoyed keeping him there like a mere slave. No, she would not let him touch her until she had enjoyed herself to the utmost, and allowed her pretty body to be splooged absolutely full. He would simply have to wait and suffer through it all, and when they were done, then poor Brad, embarrassed and ashamed and trying to ignore the untouched erection that still stood straight out from his unsatisfied belly, had to see his satisfied rival to the door with a properly good-natured smile. Yes, under the sly Alyssa’s standing orders, the poor cuckolded boy always had to thank the fellow who had just been kind enough to f**k his beautiful wife as she had needed. And then,
