..and I know...he has to leave soon...Caressing my tits..he whispers 'I love you'...if only things were different..' In my mind I think...'How could I.....I am one awful bitch to do this'...then...that question...'do you love me?.....yes you do...say you do....' and when I don't reply immediately...he stops caressing my tit...and puts his arm over his face and says..'oh fuck...'...and pulls out and walks to the shower...comes back into the room and yells 'look at the marks you left on my. He was all the way in now, and he was going to give the rich bitch a fucking she was never going to forget.Donna felt clogged with cock. Steve's seven inches of fat sausage cock was lodged in her throat on one end, and Jack's eight-incher was stretching her ass chute to the bursting point at the other. Donna was trapped between, and she felt overwhelmed. She couldn't move forward because her nose was already smashed into the hair surrounding Steve's cock, and she certainly couldn't go back, not. ”“Correct. It’s about the Circle and specifically you. I’ll go escort them in.”Jenny disappeared and Dave sauntered into the conference room down the hall just as Jenny escorted a young, nicely dressed couple into the room.” Jenny backed out of the room but nodded to encourage her ‘boss’. The two of them smiled at Dave in a friendly manner and he returned the visual.The man reached forward to shake Dave’s hand, “I’m Al Berker and this is Helen Ursinger.” He passed two business cards to Dave. Al. Even then I would think how exciting it must be towatch your wife fuck a huge cock and then you be ableto lick and suck up all the cum.And especially if it was a regular thing like once aweek of or even every night.But even though I didn’t even try to act on that forover 10 years and after I had been happily married forfive. I would still think about that note on the wall.After my wife and I had been talking fantasy stuff inour foreplay for a while I told her about this wallwriting and.