"Why?" I don't know really, something to do with maintaining my body." She seemed to consider a moment. "I think that my need to be in my crate will g... down over time."She brightened. "Besides Stan, I'd never be able to live with myself, and I really do mean that, if I was in your bed and you were on a couch. I'd feel ashamed, humiliated, and upset." She paused again, as if taking inventory. "Yes, that's exactly what I'd feel, ashamed, humiliated and upset. No, I'd be much, much happier. The phone he gave me would just ring and I knew that it was him. Nothing much was said. Short questions about how I was doing, one line replies. Nothing about love, caring, missing me, wanting me. Nothing said. But I could hear them. His intensity, his jealousy, his emotions were louder than any spoken word. These were dangerous waters. He was a dangerous man. But, he told me that all I heard was lies, that he was a hustler. But a hustler that remains unpredictable, untameable. Someone who. I bucked my hips into his as I squeezed pussy to grab his dick tightly. Every pussy teasing move he moaned. He grabbed my ass with those hands of his taking a nipple into his mouth and helping me to slam my pussy onto his dick. I sat up, letting his mouth fall off my nipple. I placed feet on the floor and rocked my hips. That stroke by G-Spot right away. I grabbed him around his neck as I trembled with an orgasm that had me collapse onto his lap. He rocked me. He held me. "That's it. She got to watch first hand and it was the hottest thing she had ever seen.Sam started rubbing her wet pussy underneath her sleeping silk boy shorts which were already sticky to her from the initial wetness that started to flow when she heard her daughter masturbating. All Sam wanted to do was go in that room and take her daughter. She wanted to ram that dildo in her daughter, then in herself, suck her tits, finger her pussy, and spray cum all over her young face. ‘I’m going to do it’ thought.