I tried to hide my enthusiasm when I answered. “Sure, I could go for that, but it depends on what you have in mind.” “What we have in mind is t... make your wildest dreams come true and to use your body until you beg to go home.” “That sounds like every man’s fantasy, Janeen; how could I refuse that?” “Would you object to being restrained the whole time so we can do as we please if we promise to let you come?” “You’re already making me hard, Janeen; when are we going to do this?” I asked. He chuckles again. "Patience little girl," he chastises me, clucking his tongue. Without taking his eyes of me, he licks his fingers clean, savoring the taste of my arousal before pushing them into me again, harder and faster than before. He kisses me roughly, making me taste myself on his lips. He squeezes my wrists hard. The pain on my wrist, his relentless fingers and the taste of my own pussy is too much. Hips bucking to get his fingers even deeper, I cum spectacularly over his hand,. He answers nonchalantly, “Helping him out is considerate. Inviting him over after lunch sounds like a good way to spend the afternoon.”After tidying the kitchen, she has plenty of time to kill before her rendezvous. She’s in a high state of sexual anticipation, thinking about her lunch with Chris. She feels so naughty telling her husband about having lunch. After lunch, where do they end up? His place? Or here? Probably here.She takes a walk along a bike trail adjacent to their subdivision. She. It would have been twenty-eight if we had been able to fuck those two, big Indian cocks.We were all tired on the trip back to LA, but we talked more about what we had experienced in Vegas. We reaffirmed that we would limit our whoring activities to our trips to Vegas, and that we would look for more opportunities to go there on weekends. It was funny when Jason reminded us of the old slogan, ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’. We got back at about 5:00 pm and went to our homes to rest up.