He intentionally kept from going too high on her thighs, not wanting to take advantage and perhaps cross some boundary with her. But when Jennifer moa...ed "higher" he knew she wasn't worried about boundaries. She parted her legs wider as his hands moved further up her legs, brushing the hem of her bikini bottoms. Jennifer gasped as his hands moved up and her hips raised of their own volition. As he rubbed the lotion on her thighs, her hips began a slow grinding motion. It was a slight motion,. .. Yes, my husband... I'm a whore. A filthy little whore." Well, at last we get to the truth. What shall I do with a whore of a wife who fornicates with her own father on her wedding day?"She knew the answer he wanted. "Discipline me, my husband. I have been unfaithful. I deserve whatever punishment you give me." Get the riding drop from that cabinet," he ordered. She silently obeyed."Now take off your clothes and get on your knees."The dress, panties and shoes quickly lay on the floor beside. I want to reach out and touch your face and feel the heat from your skin under my fingertips. I want to trace the contour of your neck and then unbutton your shirt to slip it off your shoulders. I want your lips to cover mine savagely as your hands betray your lust by tangling my hair in your fists. I want to feel your hot breath against my face and hear your desire in your moans as my tongue mingles with yours. I want to hear how much you want me.I want my breasts to burn against your bare. At other times, she'd also been accepting, passive, and submissive. Steve had eaten pussy with her fingers in his hair, keeping him on target. He'd lain on top of her face-down body, driving his dick up her ass as he told her he now owned her. And he'd looked up at her flushed face as she rode him cow-girl style, screaming as she came. It had been everything he'd been missing with the women he'd been fucking since he woke up here.Amy smiled back and him, and said, "I just want you to know that.