“I let him choose some of the outfits. I hope they will please you, Master.”Yes, he very much wanted to see Ayn wearing beautiful clothes. Not tha... he didn’t prefer the slave naked, his exotic beauty more valuable and interesting than the softest fabric made in Drena’s factories. He felt a sudden, urgent need to see the slave.“Where is he?” he demanded, a bit abruptly.“He is in his room. Should I put the table, Master?”“Not right now,” Xavier waved his hand and went by Cory to reach Ayn’s room,. "Fuck yeah!" Peter said."Yes. That's a good boy. You know its the right thing to do" said my wife with a huge smile knowing that I had just begged another man to fuck her and the fact she now knew for sure he was going to put that big cock deep in her pussy."Peter, I just have one request." I stammered.Peter looked irked. "What the fuck do you want pussy?" Please let me stay and watch you fuck her. I am begging you, please let me stay and watch you fuck her." I pleaded with my wife's. Again, he was drinking and boasting about his prowess with the women, but only when there were no women present. I hadn't changed my opinion of him, and since Sylvia reported directly to him, it wasn't a good idea to offer it to her. Now, I wondered why I hadn't. I also wondered how long it had been going on.It gave me some ammunition for my meeting with Sylvia however. It also resolved my indecision about our future. I was going to go through with the divorce, and it would be on my terms.It. His ass felt so good on my cock, I was in him balls deep and starting to really fuck him. The pace was up to medium when I decided to give him a reach around. His cock was completely hard when I grabbed him and I could feel the precum leaking. I grabbed a towel to throw under him if he came, and grabbed some coconut oil and slathered his cock with it as I stroked him. I could tell he was in fucking heaven. He was a natural bottom.Fuck daddy, a dick in my ass and your stroking my cock, fuck, I.