Finally Shy Guy relinquished his hold on my wife, and she made her way down to Punk. There she spent several minutes furiously sucking at his cock, leaving him sweaty and trembling. Finally, he pulled her up and away, suckling at her nipple while exploring her ass with his hands. Briefly he struggled with the body suit in back before Terry intervened.

"Here, let me help you with that," she offered, brandishing the scissors. This time she had Melissa bend over, facing away, her plump, delicious ass pointing towards the sky. Terry approached her and, handing the scissors to Punk, proceeded to softly run her hands over my wife's butt, feeling the hard muscles, caressing the warm flesh, intimately tracing the crevices and contours with soft, knowing fingers.

Finally she took the scissors back and cut wide swaths of cloth from the back of the suit, leaving only thin strip, which quickly snapped into place between Melissa's cheeks. Again Terry sashayed back to her camera, and I watched on the monitor as Punk knelt down and tongued my wife's entire exposed ass, kissing, sucking and nibbling at it until it was bright red and thoroughly wet.

Still on her hands and knees, Melissa made her way down to Smoothy, who by this time had figured out what Terry was up to. After Melissa had kissed his feet, he put her to work licking his cock, instructing her to start at the base and lick up to the tip, doing each side in a clockwise order. Terry zoomed the camera in for a truly intimate shot, showing in detail the rough texture of her tongue next to the milky smoothness of his cock's underside. Farther up, the blood red color of her tongue contrasted perfectly with the jagged blue hue of his veins. Then, at the tip, her pearly teeth made slight indentations into the purplish, mushy head, as the tip of her tongue brushed against his cum hole, seemingly seeking a tiny kiss from it's slightly grinning lips.

Mesmerized by the erotic beauty of this picture, I was quite startled when Smoothy yanked my wife's face away from his dick. Pulling her up, he too bent to suckle at her tits, licking the nipples before turning his attentions to the sides of each breast, his efforts frustrated by the clingy body suit.

"Looking for some help, little boy?" Terry piped up, scissors at the ready. This time she seated Melissa on a stool and stood before her, so their tits were on the same level. Boldly she leaned forward and pinched my wife's nipples, still erect and damp from Smoothy's ministrations. Melissa quickly closed her eyes, and I couldn't tell if she was enjoying the attention or was disgusted by it. Continuing her explorations, Terry rolled the nipples between her fingers, giggling as Melissa instinctively leaned forward. Then, after licking her lips, she bent forward and placed a soft, wet kiss on my wife's left nipple, flicking it with her tongue before withdrawing. She placed another on the right one, this time sucking slightly as she pulled away.

With a satisfied smile, she lifted the scissors and cut two larger holes in the suit, leaving my wife's breasts totally exposed and ready for action. This time Terry didn't leave immediately, but continued to fondle and caress each tit, bouncing them up and down, and sucking at the nipples with loud slurping noises.

When Terry finally returned to her perch, Smoothy took up where she left off, assailing Melissa's tits like never before. At last, he too was done, and Smmothy and my wife stood locked in a passionate kiss. Shy Guy changed the tape in the control room and went back to the studio, giving me ample time to erase it.

"What about me? Don't I get a greeting?" Terry asked, when Smoothy finally broke his embrace. "You'd think the Master should get one, don't you, slave?"

I watched in amazement as Melissa, trembling, slowly approached Terry, who was seated on a padded bar stool, her feet not touching the floor. Terry ordered her to kneel and remove her shoes, directing her to kiss her feet, ankles and calves along the way. Holding out her feet, she had Melissa suck and kiss every toe, pausing every so often to twiddle my wife's breasts with her feet.

Then she stood, swiveling her hips in a raunchy dance, before instructing my wife to loosen and remove her tight skirt. The sound of the zipper going down seemed to last forever, reverberating through the studio. But in just seconds my wife held the black skirt, and Terry stood clad in a black G-string that left nothing to the imagination. Ordering Melissa to her feet, Terry stood with her hands over her head, and we all watched as my wife stripped her sweater off, revealing a pair of 38D's that were barely held in check by a lacy, half cut bra.

"Make sure you fold those nice n' neat, slave," Terry called, as Melissa put the skirt and top on a nearby chair. Sitting back on her stool, Terry called Melissa back over to her, and pulled her to stand between her legs. "Do you boys want to see who has bigger tits? Me or my slave?"

"Yea-ah," Shy Guy answered first, swallowing past the lump in his throat. They all crowded closer as Terry instructed Melissa to release the front clasp on her bra. With trembling hands, Melissa reached forward and unhooked the clasp, taking care to touch as little skin as possible. Terry giggled as her tits bounced free, the nipples large and stiff, the aureolas large as half dollars. Taking Melissa's hand, she placed it under one tit, and ordered her to rub and massage it. She then ordered her other hand to do the same, and soon my wife rubbing her hands all over another woman's tits, a sight I never thought I'd see in true life.

"Don't forget my nips," Terry moaned, leaning into my wife's hands. But after Melissa pinched her just once, Terry admonished, "Not so rough, not so rough. Get 'em wet, first!" Then, grabbing Melissa's hair, she pulled her lips down to her breast, and urged Melissa to lick it all over. Tentatively, and then with more confidence, Melissa tongued this girl's tits, sweeping up the spongy flesh, circling around the aureola, and finally tasting the budding nipple. At the vocal urging of the guys, and my own silent voice, Melissa sucked and nibbled on Terry's nipples, switching from one to the other at will.

By this time, my cock was rock hard, and I had to will myself not to shoot off right then. The guys in the studio were all sporting hard-ons, too, but they were in a position to do something about it. After watching Melissa ravage Terry's tits for a while longer, Smoothy put an end to the show with a hearty, "Damn, but I'm ready for a good fuck!"

With that, Terry pushed Melissa away and regarded her, a gleam lighting her eyes. "Then I'm just gonna have to get her ready for ya, honey bunch. Ya can't give her a good fuckin' with that suit in the way, now can ya? Let's see...what can I do to help?"