He called me a slut so I replied with a swift slap across his face. Before I had a chance to realize what I had done, he had thrown me over his should...r and smacked me hard across my ass. It stung but aroused me as well. He planted me on the kitchen table and pulled me into him. I tried to resist because I knew as soon as his lips found mine I would be unable to resist him any longer. He forcefully pinned me down on the table with his hips and held my arms above my head. He kissed me softer. Under the house coat she was completely naked. I sat on the stairs leading to the bedroom and watched Liz do her thing. The look on Spencer’s face when Liz opened the door was priceless. His eyes were huge. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and looked away embarrassed that I saw him checking out my wife. Liz gave Spencer a $50 bill and told him to keep the change. She also told him she had another tip for him tonight, and dropped her robe. Liz stood there totally naked. She asked Spencer. As I run my finger along the gusset I scooped his sperm into a pile into the palm of my hand, I held his precious life forging liquid in my schoolgirl hand, and as I put my sodden knickers in my pocket, I lifted my hand under my nose and smelt him, not caring his cum was touching my nostrils, I had seen girls doing facials on porn movies, now I was having my own little moment with stolen sperm, my pink tongue passing my pink lips and dipping into my little pile, I needed to taste him and taste. After years of watching him on the news and fantasizing about him, through life's turn of events I eventually came to work at the same news station as he, as a videographer. And as luck would have it, we started getting paired up a lot and got to know each other pretty well. So well in fact, that he invited myself and a few other guys over one night to play poker while his wife was out of town. The one other guy who showed that night left early, and as the night went on for Bruce and I (like I.