Good luck!” She knocked on the door and hurried away.A few seconds later, a man answered the door. He was tall and thin, about my father’s age, wi...h greying hair. “Hello, my new little slut,” he said in a deep voice. “I am your new master. Welcome to my private sanctuary.” He opened the door wider and I entered. There were three other men in the room, but it was dark and I couldn’t make out their faces. A large wooden table dominated the room. Behind the table was a deep red, padded chair that. "You like it hard, don't you?" he would say as my husband rammed me from behind. And I did but I didn't know any better. He was in my home. We were alone. He had stayed over before but he had always respected my marriage and it never went any further even though we both wanted to. We had had some wine. We had talked quite innocently about how unhappy I was with my husband. I was never hearing the words. I was looking at his lips, lost in a daydream, wishing we were in a passionate kiss. I gazed. She hadn’t dressed up and was still in her inners.“looks like another treat for him” I winked pointing at my tent.She came towards me running her fingers along my lips.“you are always ready,” I told biting her fingers softly.Suddenly she pushed me aside and ran inside the room, I tiptoed behind her to see what she was up to.“wait for your surprise” she screamed as she locked the door from inside.I went to the kitchen and pulled out some ice cubes in a bowl and grabbed a bottle of chocolate. Within moments we were both masturbating and I tried to focus mostly on the TV. Even with the noise and scenes from the TV, I kept picking up on the subtle clues from when he'd turn his head to look at what I was doing. In noticing what he was doing I too ended up stealing a glance or two at him and his hand. Although it wasn't easy to see much in the low light, just knowing I had attempted to look at him, made things feel both wrong and exciting.As we laid there, I was being careful to not.