I could hear her gagging as the thick cum covered gag pressed against the back of her throat. There was a look of surprise, or disappointment,...in Emily’s face as I clipped the end of a leash to her collar and started dragging her toward the bedroom. She fell to her hands and knees and started crawling behind me without complaint, but I knew she’d wanted me to make her orgasm. I didn’t look back to see Emily shuffling along the floor but I could imagine the way her gorgeous. “I know. I understand.” He told her. Claire started to stroke him. He was already starting to lose it himself. He shouldn’t be; a man shouldn’t be getting excited about another man fucking his wife. A man should be angry; a man should be jealous; a man should be hurt. But he was all these things; he was angry; he was jealous; he was hurt and yet he was also so sexually excited. He couldn’t explain it. Just as Claire couldn’t fully explain what is was about a black man that sexually excited her. " "They neglected to cover that in sex ed." "Let me know when you want to ..." I didn't even get the whole sentence out. "Now." She chirped. "If sex is anything like what we just did, I can't wait ." "Understand, this is a bit more complicated." I warned. "There may be some pain, you might even bleed a little." "It's normal, OK?" Debbie nodded. "OK, I trust you." I grabbed a condom and rolled it onto my raging boner. "You don't need that." Debbie said. "I'm on the pill." "Yes I do." I stated.. Naughty.”“Would it really be any naughtier than picking me more pears?” he asked.“Ohhhh,” she moaned. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I could just ... show you!”“Well, why don’t you sit down ... over there,” Bobby said, pointing at the couch. “I’ll help you.”“You will?” She sounded dazed.She let him lead her to the couch, and he held her hands as she sat, demurely, her knees firmly together. She looked lonely, sitting on the big couch alone. Bobby sank to his knees in front of her, and put his.