"Again-" "Chanel," he growls, forcing himself deeper inside me. I manage to reach up with my right hand and find his hair again. I grab a tight handf...l but don't pull, just hold him against me. "Tell me I’m your slut," I moan. The conservative side of me is gone and all that’s left is my singing body needing to hear these words. He doesn't stop, doesn't change pace, just puts his lips to my ear and tugs my hair harder. "You’re my slut, Chanel," Ethan growls through his teeth and my stomach. God knows I would do anything he wanted of me, and I never felt that way with my husband. I never felt so uninhibited I my life as I did with Harry, or as fulfilled either. Maybe I should just tell my husband I found someone new. I then come to my senses and started thinking with my head not my horny pussy, knowing there was no life for me here just a great fucking time that I would do again that was for sure.Harry came by saying that he didn't have to work like he thought he was going have to,. I don’t want take chance and loose her soon …soI took her to her home left her for that night next day she asked what I have mixed in the drink .I said that I have served her the cocktail which is mixed vodka she said she never had the drinks in life and that was her first drink. I know that she has enjoyed the drink and i was looking for chance to have her so one day I got chance where i can take her out of station for my business deal. At first she denied but later she agreed as i said we. At first I was confused by it all, the feel of her brushing against me, the smell of her perfume, the wispy softness of her long hair as she swung it around in a seductive manner. But eventually I became aware that I was responding to her. That feeling down below just could not be dismissed. I was feeling so erotic, so naughty, so disoriented. What a revelation. When the music ended the lights came up and we all said our good nights, it would be an early day tomorrow for all of us. I.