I asked her if she understood why I had busted her ass. She had a small tear rolling down her face. "Yes sir! I'm sorry". I had her bend over again an... noticed she was sopping wet! Her juices were running down her legs. I reached down and started finger her. My wife never gets as wet as Mel was! She moaned loudly. I asked if she was ready to be fucked. "Yes sir. I need it bad". I looked at her, kissed her a few times and told her it wasn't going to happen. She didn't deserve any cock because. ” It sparkled, but it looked too small.I picked it up, and the fabric felt wonderfully soft and warm, despite being sparkly – not at all what I expected from spun glass. I wondered if he was just messing with my head on the optical fiber thing.There was a simple, black and white designer label from a famous Parisian couture house, which also read, “Fashioned for Marta.”It had a thin, metallic, pale gold band, about a quarter of an inch thick, like a narrow pencil, running all around the collar. “Suzy knows that would be the best of both worlds.”“Is that true?” Steve asked. “Would you like that even more?”“Maybe,” I admitted slowly.“I’d love to help you out with that,” he grinned. “I’d be happy to fuck that tight little ass of yours while you suck on Ron’s big black cock. Why don’t we have Kathy invite him over right now?”“If, if you really want to,” I gulped. “I, I want you to have fun with me, so it’s up to you.”“Great!” he beamed. “Then let’s do it! Kathy, make the call.” I. Look at him. He’s gotten so fat. He’s miserable. Up all night, saying restarted things on Shitter.That bitch Stelania. I always hated her, for obvious reasons. Not that she can speak English and I never had a conversation with her. But at least she’d fuck daddy right, from what I could tell. He did marry her.Usually whores like her he’d fuck a few times and then move on to the next butt. But he married her, shocking me, and everybody, so she must have fucked or sucked like the pro she is.Now.