He slams himself hard inside me, fucking me with all the power he can. I don’t hold back, I want to orgasm many times. I cry out a long moan each t...me, throbbing around my toy. I feel my body twisting and turning, begging for more. It’s not until I reach my fifth orgasm, I begin to slow down. With one more, I slide my toy out. My pussy feels used and abused. I fucking love it. I suck on my toy, taking it as deep as I can, and take a photo. I send it to Chris, with a message about how I wish he. There on the screen, cycling through, were several pictures of her and the two guys at the park. She sat down and started crying, asking if I was going to divorce her. I told her no, but she was going to be punished. I explained that to make it up to me, she was going to have to do some things, and follow my directions exactly. If she did this, then everything would be fine, and she could even continue with her ‘friends’…as long as she followed my commands over the weekend. She was a bit scared. I kinda thought that you would look at it as a holiday romance and nothing else. I couldn’t get you out of my mind for a long time.” He had stopped walking and turned to face her, see what her reaction would be.She looked up into his eyes and smiled, then kissed his lips gently.“You were more than a holiday romance and you know it.” She breathed between his lips. “Shall we go home?”“I like the sound of that.” He stressed the word like.“What?”“I like the sound of that word when associated with. To usne bola ki me to subah nahi thi. To mene kaha ki tum mese badbu aa rahi he. Aesa bol kar me smile karne laga.. Tum abhi nahalo. Usne kaha aachaa.. Phir vo thodi der bad nahane chali gai, use sak ma ho iss liye me bade aavaj se tv dekhne laga. Jese hi vo bathroom me gai ki mene aapni aakhe uss hole pe chipka di jo darvade par tha. Badme mene dekha ki vo aapne kapde utar rahi he. Usne sabse pahele aapna frok nikala, badme usne bra bhi nikali, kya boobs the uske. Ditte ekdam chote the aur.