’ ‘Good,’ I said more kindly. ‘This lady,’ I indicated Wendy, ‘is my wife and you shall treat her with the greatest of respect, but she is...not your mistress because you belong to me alone.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Hello, Florence,’ said Wendy pleasantly. ‘Hello, madam,’ she respectfully replied. ‘Florence,’ I told her, ‘give me an account of yourself.’ So Florence told her story. She was Nigerian and her family had sent her to England to study, which she had been doing diligently but without much. She felt like a child caught shoplifting. As her hand shot to the robe and she struggled to sit up straight, she stammered out, "Darling... Wh-what are you doing here?" "The emergency at work was a false alarm. I texted you that I was coming home, but I can see you've been busy." He smirked at her. Her face turned crimson with embarrassment. "You've been a very, very naughty little girl, haven't you, Gloria?" She blinked. He folded his arms and stood before her. "Well? Do you have anything to. Feeling his nice growing hardness, I undid his trousers and pulled out his thick hard cock. The bastard had pre cum already leaking and I ran my thumb over his thick cockhead, before sucking his salty seed off. I loved the taste of him. Wanting more I leaned over him and took his stiff cock into my mouth. I began rolling my tongue around the tip and tasting him before pushing further deep into my throat. I choked on his dick before coming up for air. I stroked him again, before swallowing this. Michael’s cock was throbbing hard he’d lusted for so long, watching as her body grew into that of a beautiful young woman. She could play now, but soon…very soon, she have need of him as he did of her, she relinquished her grip on his hand, slowly he peeled the edging of her panties to one side allowing his inquisitive fingers to find the dampness of her thoughts.Angela tugged at the material beneath her, sensing his fat finger sliding up inside her pussy, giving out a soft moan of sheer.