I just couldn’t allow my husband to treat me as a sex-doll. If he could treat me as a sex doll, I could use him as a dildo as well. If he could crav... for sex while away from home, why couldn’t I do the same. I always believed in a level playing field for both men & women & acted likewise. More than my husband, it were my in-laws who hammered the last nail into our marriage. After moving to Mumbai, I had buried my past behind & had begun to start my life afresh. I pursued whatever I wanted, be. My hand goes through your hair. My cock is iron and your mouth velvet. Oh your gorgeous mouth. I look down to watch you and finally realize that we never even turned on the light. Now I hear people talking in the hallway outside the door, but it doesn’t keep you from moaning as you suck. With an audible pop I am released from between your lips and you look up at me and stroke me rhythmically. “ You like it, baby?” you whisper. “ Yesss.” “ You taste so good!’ And I am back in your mouth.. Alli's mother felt waves of guilt wash over her as she realized what had happened. She knew she'd never be able to regain her daughter's respect let alone control over her own house. Would she even be able to show her face at work or to her friends? What if someone found out? Alli meanwhile ideally fingered her mom's new nametag as she thought about all the fun things she had to look forward to. She'd defiantly be laying out a bunch of rules for her mom to follow. And she couldn't wait until. "Let's go, I can't wait to get your dress off. I want to fuck your tits." Jeanne stood up and put her arm around Marv's waist. "And I can't wait to suck your cock." Looking at me, Marv said, "Mikey, your wife is my kind of woman." He possessively put his arm around Jeanne and led her out of the ballroom. As I followed them to the elevator I considered telling him that I didn't like being called Mikey, but I decided not to do that. This man was a living, breathing fantasy for Jeanne. I wanted.