Feeling guilty, she had awoken her husband Sunday morning with a blow-job. The rare treat stunned the man, and the appreciative smile made Mrs. Jenson...feel slightly better. She had always thought it degrading to perform oral sex, so even though her husband liked it she hadn't done it since early in their marriage. With her husband's cock in her mouth, memories of her sucking Jason's cock with passion and swallowing his semen spurred her to try to repeat that enthusiasm with her husband. But she. I gave her a small smile. Sometimes a woman new to my life required encouragement or supplemental training. I pointed at the ground. “Kneel.”She did.“Crawl to me.”She shuffled her knees through the sandy trail dirt, head down, until she was in front of my spread knees.“What do you want?”“You, master.”“What do you I owe you?”She paused and said quietly, “Nothing, master.”I nodded and tugged lightly at her shirt. “Strip.”She didn’t hesitate. She untied the knot on the blouse and peeled it back.. In the midst of this busy market. She was shaking, sweating underneath the abaya. She let out a soft moan, as the vibrations between her legs increased. She hoped no one would hear the soft moans emanating from her as they passed her by in this busy market. Even if they did, thankfully Donte had allowed her to wear a niqab, which hid her face, therefore she would not be recognized if she came across anyone familiar. As this market was very popular amongst the Muslim community. She was shaken. No, she was ready to receive her reward and I was ready and prepared to give it to her. I recall gasping the words, it's building up!!!! Her eyes squinted slightly with a evil chuckle with parts of my cock still being sucked on. When her pouty lips came back up to top and passed over I felt her teeth lightly scrap down over the head and on to the shaft. That was it. I seen her eyes close and pure thought process take over. She takes a load in the mouth seriously and that makes her the wife of.