Now that she had been truly fucked dog fashion, the expression had a much greater meaning to her.When Don pulled his long come covered cock out of her...pussy, Bette quickly rolled over until she was resting on her hands and knees, her ass and the bruised, reddened mouth of her cunt raised up for the penetration of her husband's thick cock.Her breathing quickened when she felt his hands spread the cheeks of her ass apart, her heart racing at the thought and anticipation of his caressing her. That's all you think about, all you talk about and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of listening to your voice and I'm sick to death of your one track mind."That pissed me off and I fired back at her that she was a frigid prude and I said a few other things that in retrospect I shouldn't have. She grabbed her night gown and headed for the spare bedroom. She wouldn't even talk to me for the next five days and on the sixth day a man walked up to me and asked me if I was Tom Walsh and when I said I was he. "Candy! Badgirl! You can't sit like that! Unless you want your sweet frillytraining panties to be disgracefully exposed, you'll have to sit withyour knees pressed demurely together or with your little legs crossed.That's how little girls must sit while wearing short skirts with tullepetticoats underneath."I blushed rosily and immediately clamped my knees closer together, asmuch as the thick crackling wad of cloth between my thighs would allow.I pressed the spout of the sippy-cup between my lips. My cleavage was now prominently visible to the director, as my blouse had slipped down a bit being wet and heavy. Thank God! I could not see his eyes as he was looking into the camera, otherwise it would have been very, very embarrassing for me. Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, now do one thing… just to make things look hot… squeeze your breasts gently… Honestly I was getting excited doing this action. I kept my both palms right over my conical breasts and started squeezing them! Mr. Mangeskar: No, no….