If it's not respect, it's something very much like it, becauseall of a sudden we're back to the script. The questions come slower, andwith warm famil...arity. I take my time answering them, utilising theadvantage of my rehearsed efficiency and two solid weeks of practisingwith Samantha. I sense the mood of the room changing. The cameraman isnodding. Trish is smiling. The audience, though but a shimmer in theunlit outskirts of the studio, gives off a kind of radiance that feelsvery much like. I felt her cunt tighten on my fingers and she "did her thing!" It felt really good to bring this middle-aged beauty some pleasure.After recovering, she looked at me with a "just fucked" look in her eyes. "So, what about you? What can I do for you?" I simply looked at her and said, "You've already done it! I am happy to bring a woman to orgasm, expecting nothing in return!" What? Are you for real? NO man thinks like that!" I assured her I was quite serious, and that - for me - bringing a woman. ‘That’s fine,’ I said, as long as you leave Greg for a weekend and let me use you like a slut.’ ‘Fine,’ she said through gritted teeth. As we walked back, I am sure she still felt like she got the better deal. Good to his word, Greg never questioned what the bet was. As agreed, neither of us ever told him. We both intimated it had something to do with stealing something and Greg seemed to let his mind wander in that direction. I almost felt sorry for him, especially a month later when I used. I opened the door and in the middle of the garage there was my husband enjoying a hard cock. No one noticed me at first, so I watched stunned at first. Then I let out a yell "what the fuck is going on here?" At that moment my husband was trying to break his mouth away from that cock but our neighbor was just then starting to cum. He grabbed my husband’s head with both hands and started to fuck his mouth as he let out a deep groan and a large breath of air. My husband's arms and hands were.