I’m sorry, I’ve tried for the past two years, but I can take it anymore.”“Can’t take it anymore? What does that mean?”“It means that I h...ve had enough. I’m tired of having to put up with your dick. I need the dick of a real man.”“A real man?”“Yes. A man with a real dick.”“Have you got him picked out yet?”“Yes.”“And who is he?”“You don’t know him. I met him at work. We have been out on a couple of dates already.”“By dates, you mean that you have fucked him already.”“Don’t be crude, Mick.”“Crude?. . pleased to... to meet you," Tim stuttered as he took her leather-covered hand. He was almost trembling. How could she have known that her outfit was an incredible fetish of his? he wondered. He had hundreds of photos and videos of women dressed in riding clothes... many of them carrying riding crops. He almost gasped when he noticed that Michael was in fact carrying a riding crop. He felt his penis start to harden."Jenny has told me lots about you," she sexy woman said with obvious meaning as. I could feel the cock swelling and knew I would be getting my reward soon. The hands tightend their hold on my hips and the cock went deep and then I felt that throbing and pulsing that happens when my man is filling my pussy with his seed, I started my orgasim with this. The cock finished its mission and was pulled from my cunt, some sperm dripped onto my leg. I reached down and pulled my bottoms up and turned around expecting to see my husband. My husband was not there, but the other guy was.. It took me longer, but eventually, I fell asleep.When I woke up in the morning, they were gone. Later that night, we were both back in the room. He thanked me for giving them privacy and apologized for having her stay the night. He said they had been drinking and just fell asleep. He pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and asked if I wanted some. We started drinking and talking. After we had a good buzz going, he said that he woke up in the middle of the night and had sex with her again. I told.