As much as she might try for the dominatrix growl she couldn't quite pull it off. "So you like watching ladies play with themselves, do you ?" "Errr n... .... errr yes .... " "I bet you'd love to ram your cock up me ..... you dirty old cunt !" She's really getting into this I thought, dare I just "And you'd love it !" I heard myself reply. "The best you can hope for is madam hand and her four daughters you dirty old cunt. I'm coming to see you after work, phone your wife and tell her you'll be. All you had to do was show up. It was wonderful preventative medicine. My wife Mary and I had planned to go together but I got called into work to check an order that I had botched up and said I would go later. My boss was always a jerk taking advantage of me and it kind of rattled me when he did. But there wasn't much I could do about it. I need the job and am reluctant to argue with him. Mary went on ahead. After her consultation, she called me to make sure I would go and not just. I slid my knee in between her legs and got on top of her, cupping her breasts with both hands and kissing my way down her neck. “Ohhhhh my god, I’m so wet” Sabrina moaned softly as I made my way to her perfect pink nipples.I glided my hand down her stomach, past her belly button ring to the top of her pretty pink panties, slowly gliding my fingers into her soft wet pussy, I find a surprise.“Did you get your labia pirced?” I asked, “yes” she said with a giggle, “I’ve been seeing a tattoo artist. It clamored for something to soothe its hunger, and the only way I could keep from attempting to break the door down was to continuously shadow box, exerting myself physically in an attempt to try to wear myself to exhaustion. In this I was only partially successful; the hunger never abated, but I managed to quell the unreasonable desire to wreak havoc on the contents of my small room. By the time the lethargy of the oncoming morning finally overcame me, I thought I must know what hell addicts.