Alex was – in the parlance of Cold War thriller writers – one of the spies who came in from the cold, trading a sinecure in the Russian Embassy in...Sydney for a poky little terraced worker’s cottage in the once-great railway town of Swindon.Admittedly he had £500,000 distributed amongst half-a-dozen savings accounts across the town, but fleeing a comfortable job and sacrificing a loving wife and a handsome teenage son was a high price to pay. Plus the paranoia of forever looking over your. She was almost prepared now and easily agreed. So I went in shower cabin and asked her to join. She realized that as soon as the shower starts, she will get wet. So I told her that she should also take off her clothes. She was feeling shy and at that moment I just pulled her and caught her hand and kept it on my throbbing dick. I told her that now she has to take care of this otherwise I will be left with no choice but to tell my wife about the money. She took off her clothes and started. You are such a slut." She put the butt plug in and then started whipping my boobs and cock. I jerked each time feeling pain radiating through my body. After a few minutes of whipping she untied the rope around my legs and put on a pair of black panties that read "I am a slut" on it. She said," There that fits you a little better. Now let's put some clamps on those tits." She put them on and then she took out a pair of pink bras and said," Now these and then you are ready." She untied the top. He wrapped his arms around my legs and made sure he moved me in as close as he could. That cock was jerking from pleasure as he fucked me. Damn, he went deep. As he squeezed my legs closer, the thrusts went deeper than he has ever gone before and I loved it. The pain was incredible and so was the pleasure. I begged him to go deep. Go hard. He fucked me good and hard and was trembling from the pleasure. Harder, faster, deeper, over and over, he slammed that cock inside my ass. I wanted more. I.