Hewas still being gentle with me but I didn’t come hereto be treated like a trophy wife today. I want him totreat me like I was his slut. I want...him to be roughwith me. I want to be his whore for the afternoon.I starred up into his eyes again. I must have had fourinches of his cock stuck inside my mouth when I felthis hands grip my hair and pull. My eyes widened out offear for a moment.I starred mercifully up into his eyes as he spoke to mein a different tone. “Let me see you take. What if we invite her and Joyce for dinner tomorrow?”“Sure! If you’re OK with them being together.”“They’ve met. They talk on the phone, even. I thought you knew that.”“No. I haven’t read your journal since the Becky incident. It just didn’t seem right.”“OK,” I said, pleasantly surprised. “Yes, they’ll be fine. And you’re OK with giving up another evening?”“Trust me,” she smirked, “there will be more than enough sex between now and Sunday afternoon when Mom and Dad come home. In fact, you can. A salty dribble of pre cum slides down the back of my tongue and you groan louder, your breathing hard and fast. I suck harder, encouraged, hoping this is right, wanting to please, and your fist moves faster over your cock, wanking it into my mouth, fucking my pink, parted lips.Your free hand slides up my pleated skirt and fumbles your thick fingers into the side of my panties. I squirm, excited, a little shocked that you are touching me there, and I like it so much. I am aching, tingling,. He ran his finger from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit, feeling and spreading her wetness around her lips. She felt his bulge begin to harden in his jeans going under where her hand was placed. She gently ran her hand over it and Jason caressed her wet cunt. He picked up his pace finger fucking her and Amy's breathing picked up as she started to feel a climax building. Amy bit on her top lip to stop too much noise releasing in the quiet area. She smiled gently at him and said, "I want to.