And she did get plenty of prick from Jonathon, too--she couldn't complain that she was frustrated and had to do without. It was just the timing, her p...rticular devotion to getting her rocks off first thing in the morning.She enjoyed fingerfucking her cunt.She had to admit it, sheepish as it made her feel. She had always relished a long, leisurely handjob, and she liked fingerfucking as much now as when she had been a young girl, virginal and chaste and playing with her pussy day and. Telling him how much she loved him AND loved being treated like a slut.I started spreading her ass and her voice became panicked as she described me getting ready to fuck her in the ass. I didn't use any lube, just pushed up and shoved myself in her ass. She tried to cover her mouth in the bed but I pulled her up by her hair, "Let your husband hear his wife being used like a slut."Her painful gasps and screams filled the room and I'm sure his phone as well because the phone was up close to. One big thing about it was, that it was a lot closer to Jane and Tim. Then they were our best friends. I mean our really good friends. We did a lot of stuff together as a group. They helped us move in as well. It was mostly just Tim and I moving everything. The women mainly took care of the kids."Damn I would have never thought you could have fit all this in that small house honestly man. I mean damn. You are lucky you are my best friend," Tim said."Well if you ever move, you can pencil me in. “Thank you Walmsley, thank you very much,” I said.“If there is nothing else madam?” He asked.“Where is Binky?” I asked, hoping he’d tell me.“Her ladyship is in blue room madam, with your daughter. The blue room madam is at the end of the corridor, up the flight of stairs, the second door on the right.”“Thank you Walmsley, thank you very much,” I said.The corridor was long, or so it seemed that night. I reached the room, quietly opened the door. They were there, Binky sat in a large leather.