She can pretend that she is just getting up. She just has to give it a couple minutes. But upon reaching that first step, she stops. Something draws R...ry back to the kitchen. Maybe it’s a smell or a taste in the air, but it’s there and it wants her to go back. Not a good idea. And it may not be, but she does it anyway.When she steps into the kitchen, Chance is just pulling his shorts back in place. “Hey,” she says softly, almost meekly. Suddenly she cannot find her voice.Chance jumps visibly.. ’ Little did I know how much my life was going to change that night. All I wanted was just to get fucked. So, I followed him home. Once at his house, it didn’t take long for for the conversation to turn to sex and before I knew it, I was naked, on all fours with him working to get that big sweet cock in my ass. He was so patient and took his time, trying not to hurt me anymore than necessary. It did hurt, but I didn’t care. He filled me up and then some. He fucked me all night. When he wasn’t. "Your body, just like mine,are only temporarily altered. If you don't go with me to the spatomorrow, you'll be back to your old self by the next day. Me, I'mgoing back. I like the new me." She run her hands up her curvierbody. This was when I noticed the strap on between her legs. "But ifyou don't go back with me, I'm going to consider that you're decision. The lease, if you recall, is in my name. I'll expect you to be packedand gone before I get back."My mind raced in circles. She. She gasped and squirmed before she had time to resist. The pulse got stronger and the moisture began widening. Her husband glided the whips tip down her round belly and to the button on her shorts. He used his fingers to quickly undo them and let them drop off her hips to the ground. He bent down, bit her hard, exposed nipple, and pushed her panties to her knees. When he stood back up, he replaced the tip of the whip to her navel and moved it down further. He teased and tickle her inner thighs,.