While she heard him begin to snore she was happy he felt okay to sleep she was ashamed of what had happened. And partly she was afraid to go to sleep...scared her mind would go back to the bar with the men who had done horrible things to her like she was just an object for their use. Eventually and out of exhaustion she drifted off to sleep.When her eyes opened the next morning her mind woke in panic unsure where she was and who she was with, the thought of being with Roger terrified her but as. He ran his fingers through his dark hair and looked worried. He turned and paced by the bed, turning to stare at me a few times with bright green eyes. "I don't know, man. If my wife found out, she'd rip my balls off." Then don't tell her," I replied. Wives can be such a pain in the ass sometimes.He exhaled and stood there staring at me lustily. I knew it would just take a little nudge. I unbuttoned the jacket and let it fall to the floor. I stood there topless before him and ran my hands up my. As I lined up the head of my cock with her soaking slit I pushed my thumb slowly into her asshole, she tightened up and I slid my fat cock into her simultaneously. The pressure of my thumb in her ass pushing agains my cock was too much for her, she bucked an moaned, arching her back up she whispered “fucking pound me” In An instant I smashed my cock into her cunt and buried my thumb as deep as I could, she went wild. I pumped and pumped until she began to moan louder and louder, the noises were. The song continued more softly, and she came back for more. She came back and this time she kept her hips firmly planted on mine. "I shouldn't be here. You know my husband is at home waiting for me." "If I heard correctly, your husband wants you to be here, dancing hip to hip with another man. You have a good story for him tonight, don't you? How good of a story do you want to bring home?" I sent her out for another turn, and when she came back in, I brought her close, with my fingers entwining.