It’s only Her I’m looking at when I go into ecstasy – I do look at other pics of course, as I’ve done all my life, but I’m dedicated to Her ...ow. She starts to look at the worship sheets I’ve brought Her, before She’s changed, and that’s because She will change into the outfit that’s featured in the worship sheets. (She knows which outfit it is because I sent Her before the Session the worship sheets I originally did after I spunked my pants on some of the pics in the set). She laughs as She. One was Danielle, saying how she’d left her purse somewhere.I unraveled the cum-stained sheets. Yup. Her purse.I put it on my bedside table so I wouldn’t forget it.Why did she bring her purse into bed when we were having sex?I rolled over again, closing my eyes and trying to force myself into a nap.My phone was ringing. Grrrr.“Hello?”“Ben? Why didn’t you reply?”“Sorry, I only just looked at your text.”“Well, can you bring it?”“Now?”“Yes! Of course! All my stuff is in there!”“Okay, I’ll be over. They had planned it all week for their fifth wedding anniversary. They were going to a club dancing and having a few drinks, but most of all he couldn't wait to take her back and fuck the shit out of her. They had always had a very active sex life, his wife was a slut in bed. Every time they made love it was like the first time. She was his trophy wife. She loved sex, she was experimental, she had the tightest pussy he had ever had, and most of all his was the only cock she had ever felt. She. I did not realist they had me exposed.Pam continued “I stood up and instructed him to undress me but do not touch me. He was in pain, I could see that. He really needed to cum. He unzipped my dress and placed it on my chair. He struggled to unclasp my bra. I just smiled. Finally he worked out how to remove it. I faced him whilst he removed it. His eyes were big and hungry for the pleasure of my breasts. He knelt down and slowly removed my undies. He was sniffing the air around me and moaning.