“They used to drive me crazy. Hell, they used to drive all the girls crazy.” It was then I noticed the large bulge through his pants. It was big. ...n fact, it was fucking huge. I was instantaneously scared, nervous, guilty and horny as hell. We then sat down for dinner and we all had a couple glasses of Chablis with dinner before retiring to my den for cocktails and conversation and a little bit of foreplay. I was drinking Buffalo Trace and Nathan impressed me when he saw the bottle of Henry. I realized that the experiment was proving successful and I was upset. Upset with myself for being manipulated so easily. Upset with my husband for actually following through and finally hate, real hate that I had no intention of quitting because I was addicted to the feelings that were evoked in me during these hot nights.Acceptance was found one night when I made a very important and exciting discovery. I was sitting in the living room, reading, while my husband was busy doing whatever. I had. You give me a light smack and I moan around your length.I want more as you take your dick from my mouth, slapping my cheeks playfully with the head. You stand and pick me up again, positioning my head over the bed's side. I open my mouth and wait eagerly for your meat. You take my head in your hands and push your dick down my throat as far as you can go. I choke but you hold it for a whole longer. You pull out and I take deep breaths but you give me no time to recover. Your cock goes back down. "Oh God, no!" she gasped breathlessly, sobbing, almost pleading with hercaptor. "Not there! Please! I can't stand it!!"Her pleading cries only encouraged Masters on his own lewd course ofaction, and he abruptly thrust his face forward once more, locking hismouth tightly against the seething inferno of her captive little pussy.His lips nibbled maddeningly at the splayed pink flesh of her vagina,his teeth clasping and releasing little nubs of flesh as he made readyto scour her entire yearning.