She lay there trying to make something out of the noises that were around her, she could hear someone moving. She moaned and attempted to struggle, bu... all she accomplished was making the ropes tighter She heard someone open and close the bedroom door, she tried desperately to ask whoever this was to let her go, but her muffled cries were ignored.Loud footsteps walked across the floor to the foot of the bed, again she cried out but it was no use the gag was too tight round her mouth.The. She was working the crowd, but not much going on, would be home soon. It would be another couple hours before I would hear from her again. I began receiving pictures texted to me of her in action. The first few were clearly a hotel room. She was in orgasm based on her expression. One she was riding a black guy. Another was a face of huge orgasm or pain. One was her taking a selfie while getting fucked from behind. In one, she was cross eyed! They stopped. I got all excited knowing it. Desiree spurred me on to new heights in sex. I fucked her like a locomotive until she begged me to stick it in her caboose. My ex-wife never let me do that to her. Desiree chugged along nicely and then went ‘woo woo’ when she had her last orgasm. I was sure that I had given her more cum than I had ever given another woman before. Desiree was by far the most desirable woman that I had ever had sex with. Before she left we took a shower together and made love in there too.The next day Desiree and. “Don’t,” Bradley says, or rather commands. I stay perfectly still, sitting on my lover’s not-so-hard-anymore erection. Michael looks confused – too confused to move and too confused to ask what the hell is going on. “Please don’t tell my wife,” Michael pleads. Bradley completely ignores him and turns his icy gaze toward me. “Lean forward on your lover.” I do as I’m told. I’m mortified that Bradley has caught me, but at the same time, I’m happy he’s here. He will make this right. .