"Hi honey, how was work?" she said, cheerfully. "Don't ask," I said. "I really don't know how much longer this can go on. We are barely hanging on by ... thread at work. The creditors are getting mad and we are quickly losing places that will give us the materials we need for the few jobs we have." "Well it's Friday night and the weekend is here. We don't have to worry about work for a couple days," she said, putting a happy spin on things. That was my Cindy's way. She could find a happy side to. When the speed was up, orgasms were happening one after another and I was squirting fluid out; where it was going I had no idea, and did not care. I had no idea of time. I had lost almost total muscle control. If it were not for the leather band and rope holding me up, I would have been on the floor long ago. Part of my mind heard him talking to me but his words did not really register.Finally I realized that everything had stopped and he was again sitting right in front of me on the stool,. She started squeezing my balls. She started moving up and down , her juices were trickling down my cock. She said that she loved this cowgirl position and she had never been in this position. After 10 minutes I could feel the storm building up in my testicles and I didn’t want this fuck session to end so soon. I asked Pamela to get up and attacked her pussy with my fingers and sucked her boobs like a madman. Pamela had her second orgasm and she was biting my lips and scratching my back and. How come everything that is wrong feels so good at the time?‘Close your eyes, bitch’ you growl as you run the tips of your fingers over my body.I still remember the look on your face when you caught me. The disbelief at the sight that greeted you when you came home from work. The anger in your eyes that I would dare to disobey you.I close my eyes. Tonight I am going to have to be an obedient slut. I feel your cold hands caress my thighs. Slip over my buttocks. Dance up my back. I know you are.