Chapter Eight
Over the next few days, life settled into an odd sort of routine. First thing each morning Ian would wake Laura and Janine.
Sometimes he would be required to orally pleasure his wife. The two women would direct Ian’s efforts and provide candid feedback to improve his technique. If he wasn’t up to scratch, they might both spank him and then tie a leather thong around his balls, which he would have to wear for the rest of the day. Alternatively, he would be ordered to sit quietly, hands by his sides and watch Janine provide the tongue fun.
Either way, when Laura was satisfied, she sent Ian away to make tea and get ready for work. Invariably she would then take Janine into the shower before donning some barely appropriate office attire and head out.
So Ian’s commute was usua
