She was 36 years old and just as sexy as she was in her early twenties. Alex reaches into her mind and begins to plant thoughts in her brain. "y...u will strip down and put on an apron, and answer the door. When you enter it you will get horny at the site of me and beg me to fill every single one of your holes". Alex walks up to the door and rings the doorbell, he was wearing a sleeveless shirt with the words "I am not an American idiot" on the front, and on the back was a black hand. Chris ran the head of his cock over her lips making her thrust to try and get him to enter that after the fourth attempt he thrust it fully in as he grabbed her legs and opened them wild going as deep as he could. He loved to hold her legs like that and slowly pump into her and watching them work together, like a perfectly oiled machine. Charlotte could feel the pressure building up with each thrust as her muscles slowly tightened around his cock. She knew he could make this lovely feeling. Any illusions I'd had about being in control of my marriage were now gone. I knew without a doubt that Carla had complete control over me and that I'd do whatever she wanted, no matter how twisted or bizarre or humiliating.She was the Mistress of our home, and I was nothing but a slave destined to serve her and her male lovers in whatever way they demanded. Very good, she said as Tom released his hold on my head and pulled his still-hard cock out of my mouth. There was still a tablespoon of cum. This entire story is TRUE. I was 19 at the time, it was a warm summer’s day and I was out in town with my good friend Amy (to protect her identity) after wondering through town we headed back to mine to get something to drink and eat. We sat in my room and just chatted and cooled off. Let me tell you about Amy, she hand bright blond hair (natural) that she wore in a pony tail, bright green blue eyes and always a smile on her face. She’s got a cracking body on her with 34c breasts. She’s a.