”“Mmmmmmmm,” she purred, “tell me…tell me what your going to do to me.”“Not just me,” he replied, “that little episode in the shop w...ll not be the last, Only next time l may well let them fuck you.”“Oh my god James, do you mean that?” She gasped.“You had better believe it,” he said, “when l told Dad your cunt belongs to me l meant it, and if l tell you to open your legs and let someone fuck you l expect you to obey me.”“Mmmmmm, Oh my god!” She sighed, pressing her hand between her legs, “l’m. We agreed, before ringing off, to talk again the next evening, and the next, and to have a date the coming Friday evening.Without spelling it all out, we had a few good weeks dating. We brushed up against intimate subjects, but never crossed an uncomfortable line. We instinctively knew and respected one another's space vis-a-vis matters of the ... uh, groin? no, heart.One Thursday evening, about six weeks into our relationship, we caught a comedy act at the Laugh Den, the local yukbucket. After. I never understand how people make the ridiculous statement that men cheat more than women, really? Women don't think they cheat because they don't want to 99% of the time, like a man does. Three things have to be true for a woman to cheat: she has to be physically separate from her husband (Studies have shown that the more a woman is physically separate from her husband, the more likely she is to have cheated); second, she has to be in a fertile part of her cycle; third, the potential mate has. “Those too,” he said as he pointed to my panties. Without hesitation, I slid them off. Hong dropped to his knees as gently parted my legs. I couldn’t hide my overwhelming arousal and nor did I want to. He slid his finger inside me, my wetness coated his finger. He circled my sensitive clit with it as I gasped in pleasure. I felt his warm breath on my pussy lips. “This is going to be good,” I thought to myself. I was right. Hong licked my clit as he finger fucked me. He licked me quickly,.