The bellman driving the cart to our building checked out Lauren head to toe, then noticed the pole in my pants. He grinned at me as we slid into the ...eats.“How long are you and your Dad staying with us, Miss?” He addressed Lauren. Asshole. I’d ridden with him before, he knew I was staying alone.“Oh he’s not my Dad,” Lauren laughed. “We just got married.” She turned and kissed my cheek. Well played Lauren, I thought. I joined in.“Oh yeah, I always wanted a trophy wife, isn’t she. I would take every opportunity to go online and share my fantasies with other guys. This exploration continually surprised me. I could not believe how excited I became when I pretended to have sex with guys as we swapped accounts of what we would do to each other. Over time I started to have regular sessions with the same guy, Rob. He was a gay guy, about the same age as me and took things nice and slow with me. He knew exactly my situation. Perhaps I should explain it to you as well. I was. ’ I reluctantly agreed to let her continue her story. ‘I did not want to be with other men, because I saw in your desire for me not to whore myself that you wished me to be yours alone. Such a thing is difficult for one of the island. I tried to satisfy my urges through self pleasuring. That quickly failed and I turned to my friend Delisia. She was enthusiastic and I got pleasure with her, but her fingers and tongue were not enough to substitute for having a cock, your cock, in my body. My. “But...” she gasped. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Mr. Rollins was taking her panties off! He was pushing her down on the floor!! His face was diving between her legs!!! He was licking her pussy!!!“OOoooooooo” gasped Cindy as she watched Mr. Rollins stick his tongue in her friend’s pussy “That’s so nasty!“ She felt herself being grabbed. Her own skirt was being lifted and her own panties were being dragged down her legs.It was Ms. Simpson! She felt herself being pulled down beside.