"Look at me."Elyse raised her head slowly. Thick waves of hair parted to reveal her tear-streaked face."Interesting. What brings tears to the eyes of ... wife as she sluts for another man? Is it shame, an overpowering disgrace born from the incapacity to control her own desires? Or is it simply pure lust, her body's final desperate mechanism for dealing with extended deprivation, fired by a ravenous carnal appetite? Of course, a true slut could never feel shame. A true slut would abandon. . Ah..ahh. ahh uhhhhhh" I already started my tongue assault on her clit while I took two fingers and slid them in and out of her pussy faster and faster and until. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH MMMYYYYYYYYY GGGGOOOODDDDDDDDD" She Screams at the top of her lungs her thighs Squeezed my head like a vice. She must of forgot we weren't alone or wanted them to hear. Her stomach is heaving up and down fast. She starts coming down from her sexual high."Your a liar if you say you didn't like that" I whisper in her. She grinned from under me, “Some do and some don’t. You are one of the better ones. That’s why I keep you around. Since you seem to be curious about my sex history, which turns some guys on, the guy I was with this afternoon wasn’t much good so I’ll not date him again. Yes, he came in me but I think it’s mostly drained out by now.”“Fuck,” I thought, an appropriate choice of words, “but I’d bet some of his sperm are still up there, maybe fighting with mine.” Oddly, that was erotic.The next time. The last stroke hammered home, twisting her chest to the left with the impact and driving Maggie to the floor.As she lay on the carpet, curled up like a fetus and rocking slowly with her injured breasts cupped in her hands, the assassin dropped the wire coils and looked at his watch. "Hmm!" he exclaimed in surprise. "Its later than I expected. Doesn't time fly when you're having fun!" As he spoke, he picked up the guncase and undid the clasps. "We won't have time for the firewood dildo, but I.