As we walked to his security van, we chatted about the gig, his job and my stupidity……even I could see the funny side now the ordeal was almost ov...r. We talked non stop during the 15 minute drive home. I felt relaxed in his company, possibly due to the earlier mix of red wine and then lager and also that he was interesting, funny and quite nice looking.As we pulled up outside my little cottage I was feeling rather buzzy and the thought of ending the evening alone didn’t really appeal so,. Just another Tuesday night. Missing you like crazy!D: I miss you too, writhing and moaning underneath me. I know you like pleasing me. Pleasing you pleases me. I know you have many needs and I'm ready to meet them, so I expect you'll be a good girl for Daddy. Are you up for the challenge?I shot out of bed, shut my door, and locked it. Opening my camera app, I angled my phone in front of my body. Since I was already in my panties, I lifted my shirt to reveal them as well as a small portion of my. Your fear slipped away and your feelings of panic were replaced by tingles once more. Your cunt, still moist from your own caresses, was now soaking your knickers. Safe in that small room and transfixed by the sight of this harem of men your hand crept by itself back towards that glistening palace of secretion between your legs. Caught unawares by your own sudden ecstatic touch you let out a gasp, lost your balance and stumbled and fell against the door which flew open revealing you, with your. Her eyes burned bright as they stared at me. She licked her lips, trembling. Then she whimpered. I could see the passion burgeoning in her. That need to be filled by a real cock.“Say it,” I whispered.“Nova, my wife,” she groaned, her hands squeezing my dick. “I need you in me. Making love to me. I'm your wife. You're my futa-wife. Let us consummate our passion.”“Yes,” Talib moaned.I smiled and kissed Wahida again. As Talib watched us, I pressed my new bride down on to the bed. My pale breasts.