So, I've watched the video over and over again. Trying to understand it. The more I watch it, the more I got horny by the thought of this crazy, taboo...idea. To justify my curiosity, I have started to look for some hotwife content. First only on Tumblr and then on the whole internet. That night, my Fantasie was born. And it was only a few months after, where I started to implement this fantasy into my privet life.On time while masturbating I started to think about a video of my ex where she got. “Amanda!” he said, his eyes darting around, avoiding my face. “I didn’t know you were on tonight.”“Pay, Marty.” I growled. I was still feeling a bit light-headed, and was not in the mood for his crap.“What on earth are you talking about?”I sighed, and Marty gulped.“Come on honey,” he said, wincing slightly at the way my eyes narrowed at the term. “You can’t just hit me up for extra cash whenever you’re feeling a bit broke. Besides, wasn’t Devlin in tonight? He’s a generous tipper.”Devlin’s tip. Ah, yes, it was still there, Emily realized as she drew closer. But her heart continued to flutter and she felt herself trembling with fear and anticipation. Her fear was dispelled as she drew close enough to see that the price had been knocked down to just within her spending capability. This only made her trembles of anticipation increase to take up the slack. It was gorgeous. The figurines were larger than normal. They were made out of terra-cotta and were painted, obviously by loving hand,. I notice his wife was nowhere to be seen, I didn't question it with either the dad or his son. The father, this late 50 year old was looking at me, constantly. I can't tell you if I'm an expert at reading messages, but I kinda had an image in my mind that he did want me. Can't really tell his son to tell him if he wanted sex or not, would of been a very awkward conversation. I winked at him, he got that message. Later that night, I was sleeping in a room that was the servant's room. I did feel.