Back the fuck up." Nabokov opened the cage door and shoved Jules toward Edgar. He caught her and fell to the floor, her big breasts brushing across hi... chest. He felt excited. Nabokov called to the other figure in the cage. "Vlad, get out here." A small nude man with glasses slowly emerged from the cage and stopped next to Nabokov. "I've told you, my name is Karl." Nabokov locked the door. "I'm sorry, you resemble my dead lover. Have I told you how he died?" "Yes, a hundred times. Land mine,. We dropped him off and headed home.I looked over and my wife had this big smile on her face. I don't know why but I slipped my hand under her skirt and found she wasn't wearing any panties and I knew she left wearing some. She was also very wet. "OK, where are your panties and when did you take them off?" I asked.She said that when I went to the bathroom, Henry slid his hand under her skirt and was gently stroking her pussy outside of her panties. He leaned over and said, "If you remove them, I. “Please,” she begged. “Please don’t stop.”I couldn’t stop. I was already in, far too deep. Janet’s hands found their way to my cock and she gently squeezed it. We made her way into the master bedroom.Janet and I connected. We connected in a very special way. It was pure uncontrollable lust- a desire to fulfill each other’s unmet needs. She welcomed me with open arms, non-judgmental and very giving in her very own special way.As we lie in bed, totally spent and exhausted, I wondered where we. I went into "our" room alone while you went with your husband to prepare. We both showered and you dressed and came up to our room.I was waiting in just a bathrobe when you came in.I was in my bathrobe when your husband knocked on my door escorting you up. I opened the door, shook hands with your husband as he told me to take good care of you and give you what you wanted. I took your hand and ushered you inside, leaving the door wide open for your husband to watch if he liked."You're absolutely.