If I ask you a question I expect a fucking answer. Now, how long has he been fucking you? Don't make me repeat a question again bitch." She turned pal..., "We've been fucking for several months sir" "I see." So you like being fucked don't you Mary?" She took a few seconds and I thought I might have to actually get up and smack her. Obviously she could see that and quickly answered. "If I really love the man I'm with, then yes I like to be...fucked." Bullshit, I snorted. "You're a hot little bitch. The blouse was thin enough that without a bra her nipples were just visible underneath. Somehow, it seemed even more intriguing because it caused a double take to the viewer. ‘Did I really just see that?’ Also, they were both fully buttoned up the front and Helen recognized that as a temptation that would be too much for these women.She knew the women well. In the elevator to the main floor and the casino, she was instructed to unbutton the blouse half way to her waist and the skirt the same.. My wife hit her with a barrage of questions, who is he, do I know him, is he a good kisser, have you made love to him. Boom, one question after another before the girlfriend answered. I’m thinking, why is my wife asking these question, does she know something about my health that I don’t!!Her girlfriend answered her in the same order, his name is, "Antonio, and you don’t know him, he was my neighbor. Yes, He is a good kisser," and "Yes, I have made love to him."Then the girlfriend peeked out of. He was scared, but definitely aroused, and the combination made him shiver with excitement when he slid off his boxers.“Oh, you trimmed it.” She let out a teasing giggle before she lowered her hand to the man’s pelvis. Jack dared not move, but he couldn’t help but turn his head to watch her. She was grinning at him. With a wink, her fingers started to stroke where his pubic hair would have been, but found only soft fuzz where he had trimmed it all off. “You remembered when I said I do not like.