"Thanks, how was your week?" Not too bad, I had the book club over last night." Sounds exciting, what's for dinner?"He was never too interested in her...book club or any of the activities she liked to do. They had talked about doing more things together to strengthen their marriage since the girls no longer lived at home. Each time they did, it eventually faded and they got back to doing their own things with their own friends."I got some steaks, a salad, corn on the cob and artichokes. I'll do. Amy, around 20,had been in your service for two years. She did what you said without a second thought. She was in good shape, her long blond hair wasn't badly roughed up, you kept her clean which made all the difference and after years of service she still suited certain urges well, still nice and tight with perky bouncing breasts, she had even learned to cooperate a little because she knew a happy master made a safe slave. You had given her little clothes, a two baggy t-shirts that had plenty. If she blackmailed me, I could do nothing at all…Once I home, I stripped and examined my body in the shower. And once again, the thoughts of the previous night came back to me and my cock began to harden. I hated myself but I knew that I had drawn pleasure from the buggery I had suffered the previous night. My cock was rock hard now and I began to jerk and soon spurted cum onto the bathroom floor.I thought about my sweet wife, now out of town in a conference trip.I was sure that Ana would laugh. A slightly pointed head and a slight curve to the thick shaft, something inhuman about it. Her eyes followed the curve to the knot at its base and she shuddered, the panic triggering another of those conditioned spikes of arousal.She has only enough time to feel the panic rise again before she feels something sliding into her cunt. No, not something. Someone. The cock enters easily, stretching her hungry cunt, pulling a moan from deep within her, the air growing heavier as her noises arouse the.