I couldn't resist any longer for two reasons, firstly I desperately wanted to ravish my wife's body and secondly I felt like my cock was going to burs... through my pants. Thinking back it was corny as hell but all I could think of saying was "Do you need a hand?" My wife nearly jumped out of her skin, she bolt upright with the sheets just covering her waist and below. "Jesus Christ, you scared the life out of me. What are you doing home so early?" I wasn't in the mood for talking or explanations. ‘Having trouble, huh?’ He grinned, finally leaving my tingling ta-ta’s alone. ‘You wouldn’t be the first, let me help.’ With the power of a construction crane he seized my hips and set me on top of the desk, his previous puddle of prick pudding both warming and wetting my ass cheeks. Grabbing my shoulders he bent me over, not too far since his ludicrous length made up the distance. Stuffing his prizewinning prick into my mouth again, he leaned over and grabbed my hips, suddenly flipping me. .. and your pleasure.' The prim woman rubbed his cheek through the leather hood.'I and my housekeeper will see he earns his keep with you, he will find our games with him so entertaining, my husband's jealousy and pain will be exquisite. I do hope he's ready soon.' She lifted a glass of wine from the tray a maid offered her and. grinned at Ruth as she started to saunter away to discuss her new acquisition with some of the others.'He has put me a supremely horny mood for my session, I can't. Ashley said we should betop five, I thought differently.We stood at the doorway with eight other girls as names were called out.I became nervous when she and I were the only two left. She leaned inand we kissed. One of us would win this. No matter that I could be theclone of a top model.Then Ash was called out, and then myself: Samantha Snow, Miss Model deParis 2002.I was handed a bouquet, was crowned, and was led into the back after theapplause had died down. Everyone congratulated me, I.