You sit back and look up into my eyes, slowly sliding your slick hand up and down my rampant manhood. “Good boy, you’re nice and hard. Now, I have...to go and put frosting on the cakes. Don’t you go anywhere.” Your laugh as you leave the room is unusual, kind of devilish, but watching your sexy arse wiggle as you walk away makes me even hornier, if that is possible. I can hear you moving around in the kitchen, it seems like an eternity, and I’m so horny. You finally reappear, a vision of. That was probably the most powerful explanation available at the time. It is not, however, available to my husband.I can't believe after all the crap I've had to put up with he does this to me.He's a writer. That means he gets to stay home and do God knows what, while I go to work every day to earn the paycheck that pays the bills. Perhaps I overstate it. He does make money writing, sometimes pretty good money. But it's not consistent, and without my paycheck, our house would belong to the. The interior was full of books, spacious and restful, and very quiet, like the library of a millionaire. In a high-backed chair, behind an expensive desk, a man sat quietly looking at them. He had dark, almost black eyes, and long dark hair that was slightly graying at the temples and tied back into a ponytail. Tobacco smoke climbed from a lit cigar sitting in the ashtray nearby. There was nothing else on the desk save a large intercom and, incongruously, a very small ivory riding crop with a. Yeah, I think Carols more than ready. Do you think shed like to suck a hard cock, Ken? Garys words elevated Carols mounting arousal. The men placed their hands on her shoulders, pushing her down to her knees. Her eyes struggled to focus on the two dicks as they throbbed in front of her face. Carol, Ken ordered, Suck my cock. Go ahead. I know that you want to suck it. Carol quickly opened her mouth and began to run her tongue around the head of Kens dick. She inserted his cockhead past her lips,.