I wore only my stilettos. I then got down on my knees onto the carpetI smelled my own sweat odor, knowing that Victor loved it…I was facing the door... when I heard the bathroom door opening. I closed my eyes and waited. Footsteps sounded on the carpet.Then a black silky handkerchief covered my eyes and a pair of soft hands tied my wrists to my back with a piece of cloth.Those hands touched my shoulders. The contact made me shiver.I noticed he was kneeling in front of me. He pushed my shoulders. So I got up and with my heels on I was taller than Pete so I kicked them off, I was barefoot it felt funny dancing with someone that I knew wanted to have sex with me and my husband is sitting there watching me. The dance floor was crowded and Pete was holding me close and I felt his cock rub against my thigh. He was hard I couldnt believe it, just from dancing. He could not keep his eyes off my cleavage. So I said Fuck it I rubbed his cock with my hand and said You and Jill are a great couple. The challenge was to force myself to keep pounding my pussy to allow this intensity to climax. So I tried to keep pounding myself, withstand the urge to loose control (somehow contradictory, because it would be really nice to be able to loose control (of your mind and body) and to completely surrender to the intensity of being mercilessly fucked :D) . I focus and keep pounding my outwards pushing pussy. The dildo forcing itself in, makes it do all kinds of noises. This indescribable intensity. All of her clothes had special labels that would allow her to color co-ordinate her outfit. There was nothing messy about her.”“Annette used to be very careful about her appearance, but that was before she became a Druid. Claims she’s a worse than a television junky and doesn’t want to interrupt watching the world to take care of that kind of trivial stuff. She’s become a couch potato and won’t move out of her house.”Almost as if on cue, Annette’s voice rang in Oscar’s ear as she said, “Oh, I.