I glanced up to make sure my husband was still focused on the movie before pulling out my phone to text John.“I’m still wet from cuming so hard!�... I wrote“I’d have you cuming on my dick right now if your man wasn’t here.” He replied“God, I wish! I didn’t think he would be back so soon. Bad timing!” I wrote“At least you got to cum! My balls are full and I need to bust!” He said“If we can be really quiet I can slide over and jerk you off under the blanket.” I suggested“It would be really hot if. I saw his eyes and they were focused completely on me. She was just an outlet for him, his lust, his excitement, his erection were all because of me. “Watching you being pleasured by another woman has been a fantasy of mine for a very long time. Since before the first time we were together,” Rick whispers to me, loud enough for Leslie to hear. “You never told me that,” I say, encouraging the conversation. See, Leslie, even the fantasy was about me. “Well, no, I never told you. I assumed it was. Once I heard the door lock I sent him a quick text message to look under the towels, then I followed it up with a picture of my wife’s ass sleeping in those panties with her night shirt lifted up from the night before. To this day I swear I heard a muffled grunt coming from the bathroom. I quickly sent him one final text message stating that I wanted him to enjoy my wife’s panties for the reminder of the night; he may smell them, lick them, and stroke his cock with them as often as he liked,. In an ideal world, this would never have been the kind of job Molly would choose voluntarily. It might pay better than frying Krispy Kod or Happy Haddock, but there wasn't a day when she didn't have to endure a torrent of abuse from at least one of the tenants. She was plagued by the constant and very real fear of being mugged for the cash she had to carry. Fortunately, she didn't have to enter the council estates unaccompanied. Hackney Borough Council had no wish to see its employees mugged or.