She must have hadthe whole thing planned out because she sent me to thestore for a bottle of wine. My wife doesn’t drink winethat often so it ma...e me just a bit suspicious whenshe insisted that I buy some, but I had no idea whatshe had in mind. The trip to the store and back tookabout a half hour. When I returned she greeted melooking like some hooker you’d find in an alleysomewhere. She’d made her face up applying a very heavy palebase. Wearing long false eye-lashes, a wide. I ate quickly and took a fast shower. I pulled on the clothes, happy to see it wasn’t that different from what I normally wore for a date. True, the pants were tighter and the shirt’s neckline was much lower, but all in all, it wasn’t bad. ‘Marri, your client is here,’ Beverly’s voice informed me. I rushed out of there and went down to the foyer. Beverly was standing there with an average-looking man. She waved to me and I joined them. ‘Marri, this is Peter, your client for the evening.’. Once in he immediately dropped his pants to the relief of that fat long rod. It swang up in the air, fully erect and poking out 12", with massive crinkly balls under it. I was wearing a white maternity dress, which was in itself fully stretched out as I was enormous. Joe tugged it over my belly and looked close as my milk filled titties rested either side of it, nipples dripping milk.I sat on the toilet and took his wide dick into my mouth. I was rewarded instantly with a squirt of his man. It seemed more like a secondary dwelling turned sex dungeon where she kept her slave out of the public eye. A place she could get away from her work and indulge in lustful kink without interruption.James was shocked back to reality as Bayonetta raised her hand and smacked his turgid member with a firm swat. He groaned into her ass, his cock trembling and oozing only a minuscule amount of pre-cum compared to her copious ejections.Her eyes narrowed as she glared at his dick. She slapped it again.