Reaching back into the backpack, he pulled out a coin, flipped it, and let it bounce onto the floor. Then, pulling her along by the leash, he had her tell him what side was facing up."Tails, Master."

"Tails it is," he repeated with a leer, letting his fingers trail down her butt crack to her pussy, which he rubbed between his fingers. "Here's how the punishment works: every time you do something wrong, we flip the coin. And when a face comes up that matches a previous flip, we get to do that to you. So if the next flip comes up 'tails' again, then one of us gets to fuck you from behind. That's in addition to the six we got comin' to us. If the next one comes up 'heads,' you luck out. But if the one after that comes up 'heads' again, then you have to give one of us head until we cum. And it's not like we're changin' the deal, cuz you said you'd be our sex slave and do anything we want. So you only have to give us an extra fuck if you break the rules. And like you say, every production's gotta have rules."

Taking his seat back on the desktop, Smoothy had my wife kneel obediently in front of him. At his instructions, she took his foot in her hands and began licking it, starting at the heel and moving slowly upward. Meanwhile, he used the big toe of his other foot to reach past her arms and flick at her breasts and nipples, delighting in the way they bobbed up and down. Finally he roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth up to his dick, forcing her to lick the shaft until it was hard and glistening.

At this point I half expected him to line her up for a good fucking, as had become his habit. But instead he ordered her to move the mattress next to the desk, and then sat with his back to the desk. With a few tugs of the leash, he had my wife sitting between his outstretched legs, hunched in with her back hard up against his chest, and his erection pressed between them. With Shy Guy shooting them face-on, I could no longer see the action through the control room doorway, and had to rely upon the monitor.

Shy Guy's camera followed Smoothy's hands as they roamed across every inch of my wife's body. A body, I needn't remind you, I had thought I had all to myself. His fingers traced down her velvety sides, over the smooth curve of her waist, back up the promising hills of her hips. I've always thought she had "fuck-me" hips, from the hypnotizing way they bob when she walks. His fingers probed her belly-button, pinched far less than an inch on her waist, and reached far down to where the cleft of her ass met the taut skin of her legs. His fingers walked over her underarms, traced the bones of her back, and kneaded her thighs.

He seemed obsessed with her breasts, alternately caressing the nipples and then harshly squeezing their supple flesh, leaving white marks that faded to red. At times he would pull her head aside with the leash, to lick her earlobe, or leave a trail of saliva down the side of her neck. I could see on the monitor the tenseness in her neck; this wasn't quite like the bearable or enjoyable attention she had received earlier. Occasionally he would let his hand travel down towards her groin, enjoying the way her body would tense up. At the time it seemed curious to me that she would react that way to the anticipated invasion of her most private part. After all, his cock had nested there several times in the last hour.

"Now it's time to enjoy our just desserts," Smoothy declared, his eyes gleaming maliciously. This time his hand traveled deliberately down between my wife's legs, forcing them open and once again exposing her pussy for all to inspect. Slightly swollen and pinkish, her cunt lips seemed to be straining towards the harsh lights, even while she pulled her hips back away from the probing eye of the camera. Ordering her to spread her legs farther apart, Smoothy thumbed each side of her slit, pulling it apart to expose the glistening velvet within. Opening her cunt lips even farther, he showed the world the actual hole within, looking for all the world like a bottomless well; its deep, dark secrets ready to be plumbed.

After getting a long, intimate shot of Melissa's juicy cunt, Smoothy had the camera focus on her mouth, revealing the similarities...the pouting lips, the velvety, wet interior, and the deep, dark tunnel farther within.

As Shy Guy lingered on her waiting, open mouth, Smoothy reached around for his backpack, his movement bringing a little dread into Melissa's eyes.

"It's snack time, guys. Get on in here!" he called to Punk, who was slowly stroking his cock in the control room. I had my own cock out again, and had also been slowly stroking it, using the cum-wet rag to keep it lubricated, so it wouldn't get too sore.

"It's time for a few munchies, and Liss here has volunteered to be our food machine!"

He reached into the bag he'd taken from his backpack, and pulled out a huge, thick, ripe banana. With Melissa still splayed out between his legs, he peeled the banana halfway and stuffed the unpeeled portion deep into her cunt, causing her to gasp a little, and then look fearful, as though she might be punished for it. But Smoothy just chuckled, and invited Punk and Shy Guy to take a generous bite of the banana sticking out of my wife's pussy. Soon they had it eaten down to the nub, and Punk took the opportunity to lash her pussy lips with his tongue while Smoothy prepared the next treat.Next on the menu was a long salami stick, which Melissa had to clamp in place with her hands. I was amazed at how far it traveled inside her, as was Shy Guy, who filmed every inch of its insertion and subsequent eating. They screwed her with the obligatory cucumber, its circumference wide enough to stretch her pussy lips to the maximum. They snacked on a Payday bar, and took turns licking a bullet-shaped sucker embedded deep within her. The latter caused her to squirm and flex her lips, until Smoothy ordered her to stop.

For dessert, Smoothy laid Melissa out flat, with her head pillowed in his crotch, his hard cock just peeking out. He covered her tits with whipped-cream, poured a pool of chocolate sauce in her belly button, and plunged another partially-peeled banana in her cunt. Trading off on the camera, each would take a bite of banana, lick up some of the chocolate sauce, and then lick a swath of whipped-cream. In no time her chest was sticky with smeared whipped-cream and chocolate. Twice during the festivities Shy Guy tried to kiss her on the lips, but Melissa adamantly refused, twisting her head away, but leaving her face-to-face with Smoothy's throbbing cock.