She span around like a whirlwind and seconds later was in her superhero costume. Black leather thigh high boots, a tiny black leather mini skirt with ...o panties, and a black leather basque with a big S on the front and SLUT on the back, and to finish the outfit the Slut Girl utility belt, with an array of dildos, handcuffs, lubes and other sex paraphernalia.She ran out of her apartment and jumped into the Slut mobile, from the outside it looked like a perfectly normal black car, but inside and. So we sitting there naked at the table the three of us with my friends wife sleeping upstairs, and big trouble if she caught us like this. I sensed that we were all getting a bit horny with this nakedness so on my wife’s next forfeit I said that she must fondle my friend dick. By this time she had no hesitation and stood up walked to his chair pressing her boobs in his face while she reached down and fondled is dick which was obviously already rock hard, and he was suckingon the nipple in his. It’s not words he wants.What do I want? I can still ask this question, even as I rub my face against his thigh. We are alone here. He’s humiliated me before with mortifying ingenuity. With any other man, my ego struts like an Olympic champion. With Byron, it’s like a drowning man grasping for phantom straws in a perverse tempest blowing within my id.I dismiss the Freudian bullshit. I have no excuses. The data do not lie. I am crawling naked in a barn to a man, other than my husband, who treats. We came home after shopping and really tired. There was no one home and I asked them where did they go, She said they went to attend a marriage, and won’t be home until tomorrow evening. It was 7 in the evening and she said that she will go and get fresh up. I said ok and started practicing guitar. She came out with a white shirt and a blue short with wet hair and her skin is glowing, It made my heart melt and my dick got hard in less than a second.She sat next to me and we started our class.