“In fact, perhaps you should drop that bathrobe right now and let me see what you’ve been hiding,” I saidWe held each other's gaze for a moment ...nd I saw her lightly bite her lip. Her hands came up and undid her belt and the robe glided down her back as she looked at the floor. It was only now I noticed the rings on her wedding finger.“And what would Mr Roberts think of his beautiful wife stripping for another man?” I askedShe kept her eyes down in a submissive manner and answered “We are more. My first day at collage was quit boring and we all finished sooner than expected so after strolling home to Mrs Dunn’s I let myself in only to hear what sounded like Mrs Dunn having sex with someone else, I crept to her bedroom and peeped through the half opened door to see Mrs Dunn on her hands and knees bent over the bed, dressed in just her tan stockings and white suspender belt with a small dildo in her lubed up arse and a bigger one in her big wet hairy pussy, her gigantic boobs swaying as. I probed deeply into her sawing my fingers in and out till she started to squirm. Her clit rose from between her folds a succulent tender morsel begging to be toyed with. I curved my fingers to reach her g-spot and rubbed my thumb in circles around her clit.Her moans rose in volume as I pressed my thumb directly against her clit. “Don’t cum,” I warned her“Please Sir, please let me cum,” she begged.“Not yet, you little slut. Wait there is a lot more to come.”I spun her body around so that her. “Right over there as a matter of fact.” Penelope spins around to look behind her through the bars to a metal door on the opposite side. “He never gets to come out.”“I’m sure I could persuade the jail keeper to let me in there,” Penelope thinks aloud.“You could if the executioner was the jailor too,” Faart says, bursting her bubble.So there goes that. We’re in one hell of a pickle and it’s all your fault.“All my fault?”Yep.“You’re the one that wanted to come here in the first place.”Only because.