I looked over to Hugo forsome help but instead found him simply nodding along. Oscar continuedsaying that even the feminine hormones in my system sho...ld be at leasttemporarily reducing my sex drive but that he'd seen me have to re-tuckmyself due to extra erections showing just how much I was turned on bythis.I tried to speak up but was shocked as Oscar reached out and smacked meacross the face. With a stern look on his face he told me that he wouldbe happy for me to argue against him but that. "Maybe later. Right now I want you in it." Stacie smiled wickedly at me as she helped me to strip off my tuxedo, throwing the jacket and shirt on the floor in a rush of raw lust, yanking my pants free and bowing her head onto my awaiting staff. Her veil hung down from her braided hair as she engulfed me, heat and friction surrounding my throbbing shaft as her strong lips slipped up and down, her playful tongue caressing the edge of my cock. I had been thinking about this all day and was nearly. It didn't take long before they started squeezing their square noses eagerly into the immanent gap between her inner tights.Their warm breath in combination with the repeating touch at her most private parts triggered some very sensual and vivid dream about Paul in Leyla. In her dream her beloved boyfriend start to caress her hungry crotch more and more intense and without any conscious thought her nipples all of a sudden hardened painfully (not due to the temperature this time tough) and her. "Did you do the two things I ordered you to do?" My face suddenlyflared. Her voice did not hint at the enormity of her request. At first ithadn't seemed much to me, but it had changed me, changed how I saw my relationships.On the surface it had been something that was normal and to be expected, butit turned out to be something very different indeed. She had told me to sleepwith my husband. No, rather I was to be fucked by my husband. I had been surprised,but the act didn't sink in then. My.