She rocked her head back slightly and closed her eyes. “Merveilleuse!” she murmured, quivering slightly as my fingertip encountered a tiny ‘nub�...� just inside her opening.“Now taste me?”This instruction confused me. But ever-resourceful Colette came to my aid. Lifting my hand from between her legs she brought it up to my face and pushed a wet index finger between my lips. It tasted warm and salty. “Now kiss me, cherie, “she demanded, “so that I can taste my quim juice?” Once again – in the middle. About an hour later I pulled up to the hotel; once I got into my room I started to plan my revenge. I was going to hurt him just as bad as he hurt me if not more. This was going to be fun. Shit if he can have fun so can I. I made some phone calls and put my plans into action. The following weekend, I told my husband I had a big weekend planned for us and to meet me at our favorite hotel at 9:00pm Friday night. He just knew he had got away with what he had done. Oh but he was wrong. Friday night. It's unsanitary. But no offense to you."?Hans sighed. It was difficult to keep one's temper. "You will kneel and I will void in your mouth, and then you will go to the supermarket. Kneel, immediately."?But, remarkably, it was much too much work. Cyrus Thibodeau had dressed, and so Hans had had to once again, grab him by the ear, throw him across the sofa and pull his pants down, and let the cane do its dance. FINALLY, after about ten thrashes, Cyrus Thibodeau had knelt, his face wet with tears,. It was fully lubricated as my pussy was very wet. I sucked his balls. He moaned with pleasure.I positioned my pussy over his tool and sat slowly over it with my legs wide spread. I guided his cock inside again. After it went fully in, I laid over him and kissed him. It was the most beautiful moment of our sex. I had my boss’s big and hot cock, fully erect and thrusting inside my lovely pussy. I remained steady for some time to enjoy that cock filled inside my vagina. I began moving up and down..