The only thing Iremember is that the last time I touched it, if you can call rubbing itwith leather gloves through satin panties, I rubbed it like a c...it.Jealousy rips through my body in waves; tears roll down my cheek and Istruggle to keep my lips pressed around her cock as I cry; my imaginationcreating graphic images of my wife being ravaged by my macho boss.The timer finally goes off and I pull my dry mouth off the dildo. I feelcompletely spent both physically and emotionally. The only thing. As the slow dance started, I moved into his arms pressing my breasts almost flat against his chest, he returned the gesture by he pressing a rather large bulge against my lower tummy. I sneaked a peek at Dan and saw he was watching everything that was going on and I could tell by the look on his face, he didn't like what he saw. I knew Dan would have something to say about dancing so close, especially with a black man.I was right, when the dance ended and I went back to my table Dan said,"Damn. Minimalist, even. The layout was the same as Hannelore's place, only reversed -- for example, Maris's bedroom was on the righthand side of the apartment, whereas Hannelore's was on the left. It suddenly occurred to Hannelore that her bedroom most likely adjoined Maris's.Aside from an overfull bookshelf, Maris didn't seem interested in decorating his apartment. Speaking of books, there was one sitting on the coffee table. Hannelore picked it up, turned it over in her hand. Venus in Furs. The. "I looked at my sister. "You're loving this, aren't you?" You better believe it. Now kiss her better."Sam had been lying there quietly as this was all playing out, her arms at either side, bent at the elbows so her fists were next to her breasts. Her arms tensed up as I leaned over her butt. I gently blew on her left cheek and she let out a sigh. I think she'd been holding her breath."Sam?" Yes?" Quiet, timid, almost afraid."Are you sure you want me to do this?" Uh huh." OK. Let me know if.