What made the occasional glimpses become more frequent was the fact that our trailer was just a tad bit un-level. Not very, but enough to make the doo... to Rose Ann's bedroom swing slowly open if not consciously pushed to make the latch engage. In her hurry to get ready in the mornings, in her trips to and from the washroom, Rose Ann would often one hand her door closed. Closing her door but not latching it. Gravity would assert itself until soon the door was open again.I had quite a number of. Dare I ask, are you getting off on fucking me now? You can admit it; I won't judge you."I kept licking that same nipple throughout that rant and let it fling endlessly. I got her to vibrate a bit from that. All the while, we both kept moving somewhat to keep my schlong thrusting too. I held both of her jugs hard and kept them in place, though.I also got to her other boob and slathered that nipple as well. She had good-sized nipples for the size of her melons, and that made her even sexier.. " Anything?" My deepest, darkest fantasy was to have my wife be my sex slave. For her to be the perfect, submissive slut. Only in the bedroom, of course."Anything!" Her smile was all promise.I swallowed; would she really do it? I threw caution to the wind, and commanded, "I want you to be my sex slave!" Yes, Master," she answered, sounding unsure. "That's what I would call you, right?" Yeah," I smiled. "My loving, little slave-wife."She gave a throaty laugh. "I'm yours, Master. Your naughty. Bill began plunging his cock slowly touching the back of my throat I began to take more of his cock he start fucking my mouth as I did his mouth. Bill began moaning I could feel his cock swell he was going to cum as was I. I slipped a finger up and stated rubbing his asshole rubbing and lightly finger his ass. Bill moan "Ohhhh Shit I'mmm going to cummmm!" He pushed his cock deep as he could shoot his hot creamy load down my throat. I swallow all of it. I trust my cock down his throat.