. what're you gonna do with my soul?" he stammered.The man smiled condescendingly. "Robert, my boy, did you think 'Satan's Pride' was merely a whimsic...l moniker dreamt up by a band of cycle toughs in some grease-monkey's garage? Oh, no! It is a label, Robert. Those men are on my team, each and every one."Robert swallowed hard. "They are?" he whispered."You have spent a great deal of time in their presence, Robert. Have you seen any sign that any one of them has a soul? Was there a spark of. Anyway, several weeks after her romp during our weekend getaway she had to go out of town for a couple night on business. In her job she travels about once or twice a month so this was nothing unusual. I noticed she packed some sexy lingerie. When I asked her about it she told me she had a surprise for me and would email me the details later. That got me going. I figured she would be sending me some sexy selfies and couldn't wait. She flew out Monday morning and we followed our usual routine. The chair with the 'Strip Here' message was there again, this time she wasted no time stripping and then she entered his room. Just being there made here feel aroused.He was sitting at his desk typing, hearing the door open he finished what he was doing and turned to face her, she was standing there uncertain if she had done the right thing. He rose and opened his arm, obviously inviting her to come to him. She rushed to join him; this was where she had experienced the most enjoyable sensations. We smile at each other and kiss a few times. Feeling awkward, I knell down to pick up my ice bucket as he fills his. He tells me thanks and that he needs to get back to his room walks out the door. I fill my ice bucket and then walk back to my room. I sit on the bed thinking about what had just happened. I look down at my pussy, still soaked with his cum, my cum, and I guess some of my husband’s. I feel good as I got the release I needed and for being so naughty. I went to the bathroom and.