I travel quite frequently in my job.“I'm going to see if Spencer needs any help in the kitchen. Relax Anna, we don't bite," she jokes and she leaves...the room.I explore some more and eventually wind up in the kitchen. It is perfectly appointed, with all modern conveniences. I admire the copper cookware that hangs just about everywhere. Delicious smells emanate from the stove."Can I help with anything, Spencer?" I don't see Karen around and I do not want to appear rude or ungrateful for his. Memories and the sight of your pretty eyes looking up at me, saliva dripping from your chin and attached to the tip of my slick cock are getting right to the point of explosion, you have picked the perfect time to administer one of your dirty, porn star blow jobs. It doesn’t take long all for me to fill your mouth with a warm, white creamy fluid and this time you swallow it with a lick of the lips. Our lunch date with Samantha has now been moved to the next day. There is a knock at the door,. "Uh Ohhh. Anestestia got him. I feel hotness dripping in me." That's right. My dick is so hard and coke numb (weed is my only vice), that my dick involuntarily spurts cum every 10 strokes or so even though I'm not cumming or close to it. There are other times I feel it and still have no control. "Want to see your Valentine? I want you to get the phone like those POV vids I like and pound me til you nut on my ass." She slides off and my dick clinched from the shock of her getting up and what it. I was in the kitchen sipping a black coffee for breakfast, when my sensual wife came down. She looked at me and gave me a quick smile. I really could not understand why the bitch was smiling at me; I had punished her night before, by strapping with leather to the bed posts and smacking and spanking her sweet bare buttocks. I had sodomized her after the spanking session and I knew she would be sore now, because I had been so rude treating her ass…I asked Anita if she was feeling fine and she.