"You made all these men very horny and they can't be going home to their wives like that so you'll have to give them all a blowjob." my husband said. ...They'll pay $20 to you and your to put the money in the jar." I looked at him horrified. He wanted me to be a whore for these men. "No way. I can't. I won't." "Listen Slut, you'll do it or we'll hang you from the stage and Tony will whip you good and when he's finished it'll be my turn. By the time I'm finished he should be ready to start again.. She felt his lips on her back and a sigh escaped her. The heat between her thighs was a throb now. She tried hard not to squirm. He hated it when she squirmed. His kisses trailed down her arched spine, creating spreading ripples of eager sensation over her entire back. His hands cupped her ass worshipfully and she heard a small grumble in his chest as he groaned softly. The sound made her smile, made the heat blossom in her pussy. It was tangible proof that he was fighting his urges,. Her squeak of surprise was intoxicating. She blinked at him, but her surprise faded as he brought his head down over her chest, and set his lips to her breast.Her squeaks and giggles turned into mewls, and he smiled into her breast as he slowly brought her nipple into his mouth. It was swollen, and instinct told him there was only thing you can do with a swollen nipple: suckle on it. So he did, and he groaned into her body, intoxicated by the sensation of her massive breast’s softness and how. That night we were both really giddy and frisky so we went to bed early whilst she was in the bathroom I messaged her asking for a photo of what I was soon to be touching, and almost instantly one arrived, wow it was her in the mirror taken from the chin down to her belly one hand cupping one boob the other holding the camera, I instantly sent it to him, a reply of mmm get one of her arse, was the from him so he was there and near his phone, MrsC walked into the bedroom and noticed I was.