I could feel him close to me, but I was too hot and getting hotter by the minute.“Gus, I need you to turn this thing down!” I said, apprehensively...“Oh sorry, Sweetie,” he answered, as he adjusted the control again. I cooled off quickly, but I was still hot next to him. Soon I was rubbing up against him and he was massaging my breasts, but I loved to have them sucked. I hadn’t said anything, but somehow Gus switched to sucking my nipples. Oh God, that was wonderful. I started to moan and rubbed. I came there and then, but the orgasm continued as Mr. O slid his index finger straight up my ass and whispered.“Take it slut. This pussy is belongs to me now!” he growled, and then turning to my husband he sneered “You can only clean it from now on!”This sent me wild and I could see the flush of arousal on hubby’s face.“I’m going to fuck her ass again and then I’m going to come deep inside her, and then you can lick the slut clean!” Mr. O ordered.I didn’t think I could get any more aroused. She shivered thinking about the first time she got waxed after one of the weekends and the waxer asking if she needed to call someone to help her. The next time She had the word slave tattooed above her clit and the waxer paled.He paced in his house. The box on the counter was staring at him. He'd measured her neck last week while she slept, and paid extra for a rush job. He looked around his spacious home and realized how empty it was. His cock stiffened at the site of the bench and cross he'd. Aaron knew what that meant – that she wanted all he could give. She pulled him down to her on the rug, in front of the log fire, and kissed him passionately. Their hands touched and stroked each other’s bodies, teasing the other. Aaron’s shaft, now fully erect, brushed against her thigh, and Jen spread her legs, wanting him to enter her wet snatch. He could make her wet with the slightest touch, or just a simple look or word. ‘Aaron, baby.’, she murmured, ‘Take me.’ , and with that, he slipped.