Her eyes slowly closed for a second and I could see her knees buckle slightly. My cock was straining to be set free but I was not ready for that yet. ... wanted to see more. “Very good Gina, does it feel good?” I asked. “Y-y-yes,” she stammered. “Sir,” I said. “Sir?” She asked quizzically. “Yes Gina, call me Sir. Now does it feel good playing with your tits?” I demanded. “Y-y-yes Sir,” she said barely audible. “Good. Now stop and slip out of that skirt,” I said. Gina looked at me with a horrified. "That one's my favorite," Becky announced looking at it, smiling wickedly. "Very hot." What do you want Becky?" Grace asked, an edge of anger coming forth in her tone of voice. "Do you want money? What? You know I can't..." No, I don't want money, I don't need your money," she said cutting the woman off. "What I want, is for that cunt's mother to quit dating my father," she began explaining. Grace knew she was referring to Jessica of course as she continued. "And you're going to help me do. Nonetheless, I was determined and once in a while she would let me tongue her clit and would really enjoy the orgasms.I was still into my fantasy, and would sometimes imagine my wife was forcing me to eat her lover's cum from her while I brought her to her next orgasm. I imagined she was forcing me to be her cuckolded bitch. I imagined doing this a number of times before I got the nerve to ask my wife to call me her bitch. She didn't like it at first but I told her to play along and after a. I could feel his balls hitting my ass. I reached back and grabbed his hips, holding him in. Sweat dripped as he kept thrusting in and out. I held myself up, feeling my own hard cock sliding around the dress. Steady and smooth, we fucked as one. Both of us swaying at the same time. That was enough for him as he finally came. I felt the hot liquid squirt inside me and drip out. He collapsed behind me, saying that was the best sex he could remember. Again, TOTALLY flattered. He remarked how I.