“I want you to cover up tonight, Betty. When you’ve lost ten pounds, you may show off your body to me,” I said.Now I know it’s not politically...correct, but there is nothing politically correct about being a trophy wife, let alone a de facto sex slave. There’s an expectation that the girl is going to have a killer figure. It doesn’t do anybody any good to give out participation trophies when the job description includes “swimming with sharks.” Betty had the pretty face to be a pageant winner. If. . I’m guessing there must be milk in there.” I said with a horny smile.She laughed upon hearing that, and said “There’s only one way to find out, Saheb.”These raunchy words from this mature tribal lady turned me on immensely, and I squeezed her heavy milky tit flesh hard in response.Once again, she let out an exaggerated moan of “Aahh...” as she felt my fingers close around her tits. Throwing her head back, she grunted “Squeeze saheb, squeeze them. I love to get touched and manhandled by a good. He looked up towards the circle with a frown. "I am sorry I am late, however I felt that speed was of the essence in this case. I have investigated the site of the disturbance. I am sorry to say no one from Oodnadatta survived the incident."Allambee turned towards the newest arrival. "Rayne you should not have gone alone. Your actions could have endangered the circle..." I have done nothing to endanger the circle. I waited for the threat to leave the area and then went and investigated the. I then out of the blue said out loud to Dan. Dan... how would you like to enjoy My Wife's tight little pussy next weekend, My Wife was embarrassed and shocked, Dan was turned on at readily agreed and said he would love to give My Wife his Fat 10" Cock. The date was set for the following Saturday afternoon.Dan arrived at the house at the designated time late Saturday afternoon, My Wife was moderately dressed in a mid thigh mini-skirt, a white pullover blouse, A white bra and a pair of British.