‘I’ll look for somewhere to live. I’m sorry.’ ‘Wait! Wait!’ Jack cried out, but it was no good. He could not reply. There was nothing he c...uld say other than defend himself and his lifestyle habits. It was obvious that she rejected them and that was her honest thoughts. If he had hidden his secrets anyway, they would be revealed one day too late. Back at Harry’s apartment the wild sex continued. Greta’s domineering side emerged as if from nowhere as she rode him cowgirl style. It was clear to. I could hear the wet sucking sounds her fingers made as they shoved in and out of the center of her desire. Her scent was overwhelming. I found myself becoming aroused and I swear my penis actually started to move. This was so humiliating. I was becoming aroused listening to my wife masturbate while recounting her adventure in the video booth.“Brad then asked me to stroke him”, she said. “He asked me to just start sliding my hand up and down his shaft. So I did. I didn’t think about whether it. While he was away, I chose an average sized five inch strap on for him. I pointed to the floor and he knelt. "Do you want to suck my cock?" I asked teasing him. He nodded and smiled up at me. This was about control. He's a man of power in his real life, and needed to surrender. I put just the tip in his mouth, then put my hands on his head. "You may stroke, but don't cum." He nodded. "Now, cradle it with your tongue." I said gently and placing my hands on either side of his head. I pushed in. Whimpering and whining I could only think of the week end is over and I'm going home. Bruce uncle erupted in my bung hole and flooded me with his copious amounts of sperm. As soon as he had finished, he pulled his old semi hard penis from my gaping bung and told me ''...get dressed, I got to get your dumb ass home...' As I walked into my house, my folks were in the living room and inquired '...how was the weekend...' I tried to act as normally as possible as I hurried up the stairs. I made.