I turned to my man who was not really awake and asked softly, “Clive, will you pleasure me with your finger and then mate with me?” He gave a half...hearted grin, his eyes were still shut and said, “Did you say mate with you?” “Yes,” I replied, “I’m in a really submissive mood, I just want you to make me cum and then use me for your own pleasure.” By now his eyes were open and he leaned over and kissed me tenderly. He put the end of his forefinger on the tip my nose and slowly dragged it down. She was wearing absolutely nothing now. Her long shiny brown hair came down over her 34c breasts. She held a can of whipped cream in her hand that she used to cover up her landing strip and her wet downstairs lips."I hope you're hungry because I've got a big order for you to fill," she whispered in my ear. Then she climbed onto my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist as I sat on the edge of our bed, her gorgeous bare breasts inches away from my face. I began to move my mouth towards her, but. “You’re so anal,” I said, turning back to my computer screen.Just then, I felt his strong hand grab my skinny biceps and yank me out of my chair.“Unnh!!” I squealed.He pulled me over to his bed and sat down on it, pulling me over his lap in one smooth motion. My cheeks were flushed with shame, and while my brain was screaming at me to fight back, I found myself completely paralyzed. Not that it would have mattered. My thin 5’3” frame was dwarfed by his 6’5” frame of solid muscle. But I didn’t. “Sex and lots of it.”I just stared at her. Was she coming on to me? She couldn’t be more than half my age, tops. I had heard Swedish girls were hot, but this was too much. I regained my composure, and said. “Well, I would, but I’m single at the moment.”She looked down at my hand that was on the counter. “That looks like the mark from a wedding ring.”“A divorce and it took me a long time to accept it. I just took the ring off a couple of months ago.”“Sorry about that, then I guess sex is out of.