. I need ... this...” She was gorgeous as she stated her case. Glenda really had thought it all out, and what she wanted was to try being my servant...After much deliberation I convinced to drop slave from her vocabulary. “Glenda ... every time you refer to me as master, and every time you refer to yourself as my slave, I cringe inside. If you want to be with me, those two words are keeping it from happening.”The hurt in her eyes whenever I corrected her, in the slightest way, was so profound. .and quite well I imagine by the sounds radiating from Charlotte’s mouth she kept moaning and screaming ‘lick it you whores’, Charlotte leaned back in her chair so that the top landed right on my cock, which was very hard by now, she felt me sitting there and shouted ‘eek’ she must not have known i was there…she said I’m sorry….i said its quite awright..and i asked them to continue so they winked at each other and did, rebbecca pulled out a dildo and shoved it in charlottes mouth, and. About a third of the way back down the hill, I came out of one low area and climbed to the top of the next dune. I stopped there to catch my breath for a moment and regain my bearings toward my campsite.The low area directly between me and my temporary home, had a small, two person tent set up at the very bottom. A guy around my age, or possibly a little older was standing near the open end of the tent. I could quickly see that without making a very long hike around the top of the dunes, I was. As she did this she started to comeand she began to squirt all over the physio table.After she had finished coming i told her that this was,'The table that the physio uses'.'What.The one belonging to the bitch who my husband was fucking'.When i told her yes she said,'Well you better get up here and join me.I'll show my husband that two can play that game.I want you to fuck me on this table.And i want pictorial evidence so i can show my husband'.I climbed up on to the table and rubbing my cock.