She bucked against the table, grunting, groaning. And then she let out a satisfied moan as her orgasm peaked.“Mmm, that was good,” she purred. “...ou can stop, for now.”“May I play with my pussykitty?” I moaned, squeezing my thighs together as I pulled my fingers out of her pussy. My bimbo body made me so damned horny that even though I was scared I was also so turned on. “Pretty please with yummy sugar on top. My pussykitty needs to be petted so badly!”“No,” the woman said, something haughty in. Her figure was 38-24-32 as i came to know later.She was very punctual and i used to look for excuses to got to my neighbor’s place to see her. She used to generally wear salwaar kameez. Whenever i used to go to my neighbor to see her she would be either dry cleaning or wet cleaning the floor and i used to sneak a peak at her deep cleavage.Sometimes she used to look at me and hide herself and i used to shag off at my home. This had become a routine and i was thinking of ways to get her under me. Early evening I make my way to the hotel, at reception I am given a key card and an envelope, once in my room I open the envelope, inside is a note from your bull, "Hello cucky, I had a wonderful night of passionate fucking with your perfect wife last night! She really is something special, she does love to please her bull! As a thank you, I will allow you to witness your wife at her best! You will not make a sound, touch your self or your wife, she will be blindfolded and will not know you are. "Okay, okay. Got one."More terrible waiting. "Naked. Now." Charlie practically flew out of his clothes. But the next message froze him. "Make it up to me." What the fuck does that mean??" Make it up to me. Make me forgive you."Charlie sat still on his couch, butt naked and holding his phone in one hand and a marker in the other. He felt an overwhelming urge to make Sam feel better, and finally chose to write, "Sorry, Sam," along his cock, with a cute little sad face following it. He sent a.