” “Don’t bet on it,” he said then suddenly he grabbed my arms and pushed me hard, my back against the wall in the corner, grinding his cock in...o my pussy. I was stunned at first but then grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him harder against me. I was so fucking hot but wanted to show him who was boss. “You’ve met your match, Annie,” he said, grinding his cock harder against my jean covered pussy as I gripped his ass, grinding into him, our eyes fixed on each other’s eyes. “We’ll see. I turned off the water and stepped out. After drying off, I entered thebedroom, hoping that Grace hadn't left me anything crazy to wear.What I found made me pause for just a minute. Lying on the bed was apair of black control-top pantyhose, a white lace camisole with spaghettistraps, a pair of white athletic socks, a pair of jeans, my tennis shoes,and one of my starched Oxford cloth dress shirts. No panties. That sheleft me white socks to wear over the pantyhose made me thankful for. King started to French kiss my wife, she loved to kiss while being fuck. This helped her out in a major way, instead of whining she began to tell him to Fuck her like a complete slut. I was shocked because she had never talked like thatBefore. King started sucking her huge melons, that was all my wife needed to haveAn body shaking orgams. I could see her cum running down his black balls.I swear to go I was about to cum, without touching my dick. He fucked her hard in several different. ‘Do you gamble?’ he asked. She stared at him, blinking twice in an attempt to clear her head. She should have eaten more to balance out the effect of the champagne. ‘I’ve been in a few casinos, but never done much betting,’ she managed to say. ‘Perhaps you’d like to come with me on my next visit?’ Her eyes widened instantly. He was really asking her to be on his arm while he was playing with that sort of money? She’d feel like a Bond girl, except she’d always wanted to be the woman on the.