‘This is Zack.’ you say, pulling your mouth from his cock once again. Again the man nods. He seems quiet, although it may be the fact that he seem... focused on the spectacular blowjob he’s receiving from you. He has dark hair with equally dark eyes. In fact, he actually looks a lot like me. As I get closer I reach under your skirt and notice that you have no panties on. My hand touches your soft pussy lips, and then slides up inside you. Your hole is so wet, I’m able to put three fingers right. He patted herhead. "Good girl! Good girl!" And then he was crouching right in front of her and for that moment therecould have been just the two of them in that room. He stroked her cheek "Okay, sweetheart. Now in return for me letting you have the Dildo I wantyou to take two strokes of the cane on your tits for me. Understand?" Staring at him, her eyes big and liquid with tears she was silent for a momentand then, still looking up at him as best she could, like a trusting pet, shecroaked out a. The plan for the evening was, get dressed up, arrange a taxi to pick us up at 6.45pm, and visit a few pubs and bars in our local town. Around 5pm my husband decided to go upstairs for a shower. When he came back down, he looked very handsome, wearing a red polo shirt, smart jeans, and boots. He walked into the kitchen, gave me a kiss, and opened himself a beer. I decided it was now time to get myself ready for the evening. I went for a shower and although already smooth decided to shave my legs. A stuttering whimper escaped her from the desire she could see in his expression. She lifted her pussy-slick fingers to her lips and sucked them clean. She mouthed the words slowly when she said, “Let me...” She pointed at herself. “See you.” She pointed toward him and then mimed pulling up a shirt before her throbbing clit demanded the attention of her fingers again.Lysle looked off to one side and then leaned forward until his face was almost pressed against the glass. He looked one.