That is what Lynn had started out being: a new experience: the corruption and perversion and absolute domination of a woman superior to any other I ha... possessed, with the additional pleasure that she was another man’s wife. Yet now I was thinking of her too much, which perhaps what was caused me to do to her what I did next. These last three days, having her repeatedly and meekly bare her ass for me, knowing she would receive nothing in return, no caresses, no pleasure, no orgasm, knowing that. “Oh, yes,” she called out as I slapped up against her and my dick went deep into her. I picked up the pace and I gripped her hips tighter. I gradually withdrew and then as she stood, I crouched down and ran my tongue up and down her slit, as my hands held her ass cheeks apart. My nose brushed against her ass hole and then I ran my tongue up and around the entrance. Licking her, as my hand was between her legs and working her clit. My fingers were inside her cunt and my tongue was now in her. His figure had been intriguing her for some time already. They really didn`t know each other, she actually didn`t have much contact with anyone in her building, and that only made it easier, because no one would be asking questions. She was well aware of his arrival times, and was determined to be noticed by him, in a way he would not be confused by her intentions.He was a tall guy, just the way she likes it, she loved the color of his skin, and had even noticed he had a piercing, and was very. A dirty, flea-ridden good-for-nothing was offering badly needed warmth in exchange for ... fucking Cathy. Instead of telling him yes or no, as was her prerogative, she was looking at me with question in her eyes. She was asking my permission to do something I should have had no say in. Cat was an escaped slave, masterless, she was far past asking anyone’s permission for doing anything. So why the question?And even more interesting was my own reaction. I’ve always dreamed of violently tearing.