” He whispered. The silence hung then in the air and Eli churned with both anger and mortification that his star was rapidly burning out to be rep...aced by someone with half his skill. Someone whose very presence goads him to respond to every slight of phrase as disparagement but who also strikes a fire deep in his groin. Eli turned his gaze back to the expansive state of the art studio kitchen, it was every dream he ever had, it was what he saw himself doing every night, the very art of. She did the work for me so I didn't have to use my hand to jack off. Every Friday night, every Saturday night, and one time on a Sunday afternoon, we managed to meet somewhere to jump each other's bones. I ate her out, she gave me head, I fucked her or she fucked me. But there was no feeling of affection there, no inclinations of romantic attachment, no murmurs of love afterward from me. Animal instinct took over as soon as I felt her tits, or she shoved her hand down my jeans, and we just let. “Hello, Robert…” She said, “Having fun?”Robert chuckled, shifted his grip - taking hold of the back of my wife’s knee. He pulled out and, gripping the root of his prick with his other hand, shifted into a lower stance and pushed his erection up my wife’s ass.She flinched briefly, but relaxed almost immediately. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly as Robert began to move with a little more purpose. She closed her eyes again and reached down to grip the backs of Robert's knees, settling herself. So there I was.Covered in latex, strapped down tight so I could not move, being stretched in the ass and vibed and the tip of my cock keeping me aroused and hard. My breathing was restricted by the gas mask, my sight had been removed and my hearing had been limited to my own breathing.I was absolutely loving every minute of it.My cock was hard, I tried moving my hips but the chains had been tightened it seemed and I was unable to.I received a smack on the balls, I jumped about as much as I.