But men are weak and you never know when they'll disappoint you in their excitement to get what they want. So I waited for his response."Yes, Mistress... Shaved, scrubbed, fully empty and clean bowels, no alcohol or drugs in my system, and the safeword is "Jabroni"," he proudly responded.Like a coiled snake, I struck, backhanding him as hard as I could. "You don't feel pride unless I tell you to. Understood?", I spat at him, my hand around his throat. Without missing a beat he affirmed that he. Her husband was a lucky guy.I smelled her perfumed hair as she lowered and lifted her head on my engorged cock. One of my hands massaged her drooping tits while my other hand’s probing fingers thrust deeper in her cunt. Although older, she secreted her love juices – amply lubricating her waiting hole.I made her stop so that she could witness me sucking my fingers with her secretions. As I brought my hand to my mouth, I caught the sweet aromatic whiff of her potent womanhood. She had doused her. Next day, it was as if nothing had happened, but for the next month or so, virtually every night she's say 'watch me', and the same thing happened. As you can imagine, after a month of watching her masturbate, I was horny as hell to fuck. I was going to ask her that night if she wanted to fuck, but before I could ask, when I got home she told me she had a guy coming round tonight to fuck her, would I like to watch? Well, again, who would say no? This time I had to do it secretly, she'd. I let Abi pick the next one, and she used a very scientific method of choosing: she closed her eyes and touched the map. We were to visit the location nearest her finger. Sounded good to me, so that's what we did.There was a water source nearby, so that's where we spent the night. The next morning, we stumbled upon a band of Indians who were like that first one a few days ago—just out for some fun, and we looked like good candidates for party favors. Shit, since they knew the country and we.