Did I mean you? Are you slut5? Your name will be revealed later, but since you are so curious, you can look at your slut wife as long as you are not l...oking at me. And she places a hand on my head, stroking and patting it like a dog. I see my wife Chantal standing naked next to the bed, her legs spread, arms in her neck and breast forward. Around her neck a collar that is connected to a leash that is fastened to the bed. I cannot see her feet, but she is probably wearing high heels. In her. And he had surprised her now. Twice. First with the trip then with the hidden remote control vibrator. Jen was already wet with anticipation and the hum of the vibrator nestled nicely in her pussy and up against her g spot was a nice distraction. Jen was seated next to a business man who looked her over twice and warmly smiled. He was in a very expensive suit. Has dark hair and gray eyes.The plane started to taxi and Jen logged into the wifi network. Jens phone immediately vibrated. She. "I knew this was a test and in fact, she had often told me she liked my mustache. What did I care if I shaved, I could always just grow it back, but I kept hearing this warning from deep inside me that if I gave in, our relationship would no longer be in my control. Silly me if I had given it any thought I would have seen I had lost control the minute she had moved in without even asking.We were in what I would call a stalemate but of course, I was so wrong. She pushed her hips even farther. Sam was a six-footer, with a boyish and clean face and a strong, jutting jaw line. He was muscular and had a rusty brown color to his hair. In the soft light he was a handsome virile man; it wasn't until he was seen in daylight, a rare occurrence, that one could notice the softness to his skin, the slight moistness in his eyes, the small indications of beginning ravagement from his life of prolonged dissipation."Well, look," Zeigler said graciously, "if I wouldn't be butting in, why don't you.