" we talked about this. I immediately imagine the reward for being able to be throat fucked by her. I want to have the rope tied around my arms and le...s and take her curved beautiful clit deep in my face."I've always wanted to own a little slut like you." This does it for both of us. The energy ramps up and she starts to twitch. She is nearing orgasm. I let out my "MMMHMM!" excitedly a few times and her breath quickens. She's quiet when she orgasms but her breath is the tell tale sign. Her legs. Susan's world came crashing down on her just before school was out that year however. The old cliché about coming home early is true. Her last class of the day was cancelled and she walked into their home only to find William balls deep in some floozy. She screamed and yelled a lot then ordered the floozy to get out of her house.William walked between the two arguing women and looked Susan in the eye. "This is MY house Susan and I don't appreciate you ordering my guests out of it. Sharon has. She caught it, opened it enough for her to step through and then pushed it closed behind her.And that, as they say, was that.Over the years, she became extremely adept at discovering the hidden mechanisms, which controlled the various portals leading into and out of her secret world. The passages helped her complete her errands quicker and at the same time hid her from the ballet rats and their unceasing teasing. She knew that the passages led downwards as well, but never did she have time to. This was getting very exciting. While a seven-foot-high privacy fence and some very tall, bushy trees made our yard very private, it had been quite a long time since we had last taken advantage of that privacy. “I must admit that coming home to a sweaty, shirtless husband does get the juices flowing,” Megan answered, a wicked gleam in her green eyes. Shifting to a kneeling position, I slid my other hand up my wife’s left thigh, looking up into her eyes as I stroked her damp flesh. My hands.