My wife looked at Sylvia, who smiled and then laid her head back on the back of the love seat, feeling no doubt Tom’s magnificent cock as it penetra...ed her willing, wet cunt.As Tom and Sylvia continued to fuck, my wife played with his ass and balls. I moved to the back of the love seat, directly in front of Sylvia’s head. I slowly moved my hands down Sylvia’s perfect breasts, and looked at Tom to make sure it was OK. He nodded as he continued to fuck his wife, and I realized that the dream of. I was grunting please, please through my gag. She turned on the entire set of boxes one at a time, until all eight of them were blinking and my body was jerking, pulled and twisted into a hundred different contortions. I felt the sweat running down my face and my muscles starting to spasm as she calmly opened the minibar and took out a can of beer. She pulled the tab and sipped it slowly, standing in front of me, watching me twist and struggle against the nylon bonds. You are beautiful like. Jeff looked over at me and grinned "Sounds like the boyfriend's let you down" he said"Yeah, again" I replied vehemently"Oh, does he often fail to turn up?" he asked"Nah, just fails, period!" I snapped.His grin widened, "That's not the way it looked the other night" he said, and my head jerked up, here it was, right out in the open at last."Do you always go round perving on people?" I snappedHe shrugged, "It wasn't intentional, I guess you just didn't hear me drive up" he said."You could have. " Poor thing," I said, eager to get between her legs."You understand, no scandal is possible. I should not efen be hafing coffee with you."I reached across the table and tickled the underside of one ripe breast. "We will find a way," I said. She held my hand to her bosom and smiled. "I will be your farm manger, who comes to visit from time to time with ledgers under his arm. Have you a spare room where I could stay?" Six," she said, licking her lips, eyes alight, as eager as I was. She sucked.