"Who the fuck are you and what am I doing here you bitch?" She yelled."That's alright slut. Yell all you want! No one can hear you. We are 10 miles fr...m the nearest neighbor."While she made comments about my family and heritage I ran my manicured nails up and down her body making her twist in her ropes.I moved closer to her and grabbed her smallish but very round breasts, squeezing them hard. Using them as hand holds I pulled her whole body towards me, teasing her until I took her left nipple. It turns me on, feel how wet is my pussy” … …. As she took my hand and placed it on her overflowing wet pussy, I quickly pushed my two fingers into her hot burning, soppy wet pussy. She moaned loudly in my ear“Oooooh fuck I am coming” she stopped wanking me as she concentrated on her own orgasm. …… I turned to my side facing my wife, continuing to wank her with my fingers and placing short kisses on her lips. She was moaning loudly, whimpering and breathing like if she was running a marathon.. At thirty-seven years old I have a steady group of customers, and new business popping up at the start of the year that never stay more then a month. Then a few spread throughout the year that do stay on. My home is on the second floor of the building. Married early and divorced swiftly giving me money to open business after he cheated on me with a friend.I lie in corpse pose feeling my breath. Waiting for the next group to start in half an hour for the late morning session. They are all. She was in a clearing, thick forest closing in on her from all sides, mist hanging low over the ground as she felt the cool night air on her face.This was her domain, a sense of déja-vu overcoming her, a kind of primal recognition sparking in her mind as she gazed at the tree line. She had not visited woodland for a thousand years, yet the scents and sounds were all immediately familiar to her, the chirping of insects and the smell of damp soil bringing old memories flooding back.She wanted to.