I grunted and groaned, my hands balled into fists. I was so close. Just a few more strokes, and I would explode.“Yes, yes, you're doing it!” I moa...ed, squeezing my bowels tight around Lance's big dick. I wanted to cum on his ebony shaft. “Keep fucking your teacher! Keep showing your teacher-pet that she's your slut!”“God fucking damn, you are!” Lance growled. “Mrs. Taylor, you're the biggest slut ever. I love it!”His cock drilling into my asshole combined with those words to make me feel so. Once the slice was completely covered, he very gently wiped the flat of the knife on my wife’s breasts to clean it, then brought the bread to her lips. Amanda, still bound to the chair with her own bra and covered in food, inhaled deeply. “This is going to taste as good as it smells,” she said, before taking a bite. Philip slowly fed her the rest of the cum-covered slice until she ate it all. “May I have a sip of wine, please?”Philip nodded and reached for the wine glass. He had noticed. I got on to the bus and took an aisle seat, plugged in my ear pods and started listening to music. After a while, I randomly looked around in the bus and got stuck at one point. Diagonally opposite to me after a few seats right on the window seat. I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in person till date.I never had any inclination towards women although at times, I would watch some lesbian porn. But that day, I could somehow just not stop myself from appreciating the beauty of this. To make her feel as if she's the Apple of a man's eye once again. I guess some older men, husbands boyfriends or what have you tend to slip in the romance department after a certain age all the while their older counterparts begin to feel as if they just aren't that sexy young thing that drives men wild anymore. Meet Chantel, a beautiful proffesionally employed 49yr old Carmel toned knock out of a woman. Curvy as a back road and oh so graciously blessed in the ass department of course. I had.