My husband owns my pussy so why don’t I give you my ass?”I smiled and stuck my finger back in her asshole. After a while I added a second finger. ...he hot soapy water was stretching her out nicely. When I had stimulated her enough she pulled the plug and told me to get ready.I pulled the covers on the bed back, started undressing, and watched her sit down on the toilet.Wanda smiled at me and said, “I though that I had better try to clean it out for you. Unless you’re a fudge-packer and want it. "Oh I like that idea." she grinned.She turned and said "oh and by the way I am taking charge tonight for a change. You are going to do whatever I want, got it."I was momentarily taken aback, usually she prefers for me to take charge in the bedroom, her favorite fantasy is for me to ravish her and give her rough sex. I was not sure what brought on this sudden change in her, but I was turned on and excited by it. Rarely do I get to see that side of her and I love when she shares that part of her. My mother had a male friend who would take her and my daughter often through the wintertime. I didn’t even like winter. As I normally froze my assets off in my outfits.As Megan helped me in mine I noticed the price tag was still on these outfits. I made a mental note to remind Keith, not to be spending that much on us. I loved these outfits as they were warm and cozy like Keith. Those high priced boots looked like hell but felt like you were walking on air and oh so warm.Megan and I went. Despite they would be alone during the game, they acted like a team. Itwas an almost ritual behavior. This evening, they went to sleep in adormitory, a girl had ironically called "the condemned dormitory".The group woke up at 7. Immediately, an incredible tension rose up. Allthe girls were serious and concentrated. They dressed up in their latexpanties, bras, shoes and had a substantial lunch. Almost no word wassaid. Each woman went into her room to get equipped. Except for threeof the.