Thirty minutes later, Denise entered Dale's bedroom and looked around. It was her first time in that room and she was impressed by the cultured mascul...ne furnishings. It definitely wasn't a bachelor pad. This might not have been her first choice in a fantasy setting, but it was nice.Dale slipped up behind her and circled her waist with his arms. She leaned back into him feeling the swelling hardness between his legs pressed against her ass. He nibbled on her neck sending little wavelets of. His palms went under her butts and he squeezed them while he continued to lick her. The tip of his tongue roughly rubbed the clitoris making her cry out louder than ever. He played with it, circled it, twiddled it and finally bit it gently. The maid had probably never felt this sort of pleasure.“Ahhhhhh…. Gautam don’t stop….ahhhhhh,” moaned the maid.Gautam’s tongue worked faster with her words. He sent it right into her vagina, feeling the wet and warm inner walls as he did. The vaginal muscles. His cock was hard and dripping. It was then that I started thinking that maybe my husband was kinkier than I realized. Maybe my husband was bisexual. Just the thought of it made my pussy quiver. I started thinking I would really like to see Michael with another man. My thoughts were confirmed later that night. After we had both gone to bed that night, I awoke to find Michael not in bed. I heard noises downstairs. When I came quietly down the stairs into our basement, their was my husband lying. Her whole body is the pinnacle of sex."I have to say though that even if your family hadn't made her a sex slave, you would never be her mate. She had to trick you to dominate you. I relish it. And it thrills me when she brings Josephine to ecstasy through bondage and pain. And when she needs to feel my strength, to feel my cock pounding into her, I know it. We get off on discovering each other's needs and fulfilling them incredibly."But I'm afraid you're a bit too selfish for that. No, maybe.