"I'm a slut." I mumbled, tears rolling down my face. Humiliated by my own husband. "I can't hear you." he shouted at me. "I'm a slut." I sobbed loude.... "Your Pauline and your a slut. What are you?" I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I cried. "Again." he ordered. "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." He started laughing. " Keep saying it, slut." "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I repeated again and again. He picked up his pace as he buried his cock deep inside me, lodging his fingers all the way up my arse.. In some later shots I let the negligee fall off my shoulders a little and finished with few of me standing in heels with just the nighty on.I was getting into the mood and asked “what next“.After a pause he asked me to go back into the garment room, go to the last rail and see if I would like to try one of those outfits. Some are a little bit risky - but the next set of pictures is the last, so its up to you how much you want to surprise your hubby - take your time as I would like to first. Beyond that was a young woman sitting on the ground, her back against a great tree, her knees raised and legs spread wide allowing her access to her own dripping wet pussy. With one hand mauling a swollen nipple and three fingers of the other hand buried in her pussy, it was obvious she was at the brink of a major orgasm.Apparently, our voyeur had been watching us and could not help but relieve the passions and desires that burned within her. Admittedly watching her as she had watched us was. Claudia looked to her future daughter. She seemed regretful. “Does it hurt to see your dad, pleasing another woman?”“It does, a little. I feel jealous that it should be me with him and not Aunt Trudy.”“But aren’t you proud of you dad? I know I am. I love watching him making other women cum!” Her mind’s eye recalling the many.“Urge him on, cheer for him,” she prompted.“Come on, Daddy eat her cunt really good and make her cum like you do to me!” She said loudly, but not so they would be.