. I kept repeating his name in a desperate attempt to get his attention. Fuck, fuck yeah, Im getting close you fuckin slut. He bit his lower lip and s...ared me right in the eyes as I felt his body tense completely and felt the warm wet spurts of his hot cum shooting up inside of me. Shame washed over me entirely as my body convulsed underneath him, my small pussy squeezing every last drop inside of me completely on accident. He moaned loudly every time I clenched around him. Fuckkk. Oh my. He clearly found the idea intriguing. A month later I received a text that simply read “I wanna see. Wife’s out of town.” That weekend we met again over drinks and he shared with me that his wife was out of town and if Inwanted to “have the run of her closet.” No doubt. So we finished our drinks and I followed him home.We pulled in front of his house and I grabbed my bag out of my trunk with my things. We walked inside and and he immediately directed me to his master bedroom and bath and simply. I stood back and took it all in. No real harm I thought. I just have to re-set the circuit breaker to get the power back on. I looked around the room for the breaker box. It was not in the room. I would have to go to the corner pay phone and call Lois. She would have to drive back and let me in the Mansion to get at the breaker box. Yea, I thought. I will get a tour of the Playboy Mansion after all.I walked over to the service door. I put my hand on the knob. I turned it. I realized the door. "Pull on them." She followed his instructions, tugging on her nipples and moaning as he spoke. "That's it my naughty girl, imagine me sucking on those hard nipples. Would you like that, you slutty little whore?" "Oh yes," she groaned as she imagined Michael's tongue running over her nipples, his lips covering her heaving breasts. "So what should I do to those sweet tits of yours, Anna?" "Oh Michael," she whined as she mauled her aching breasts. "I want your mouth on my hard nipples, baby. I.