She was ashamed. The day before seemed like a nightmare. After leaving the shoe store, she had met a man whose wife was busy buying clothes. Tiffany h...d left with him, spending the rest of the afternoon in a motel room, fucking with the horny man.She slipped out of the car, her dress riding high up her thighs. A man smiled. She ignored him.Today she was giving Ryan a choice: either spend a little more time with her, or she would split. Things had to change. She wanted a real marriage. Her. ..” she said, feeling her cheeks heat up. As she stood there, her thoughts were swirling ‘I know the rest of his orders, he told me that if I did that other, I’d have to tell him, and I would be punished. But, was I supposed to just offer that up? Would that make the punishment less? If he had to ask, and I then answered, would it be worse?’She was pretty sure if she lied, it would be worse, though if she did NOT lie, that would be like saying ... yes ... please ... spank me ... wouldn’t it? It. Her body was perfection. Her 38C tits stood firm. Her stomach had a little bit of pudge around it but I thought it was quite sexy. Her hips were wide and her arse had the perfect curve to it. I was loving every second of this as I jerked off my hard cock. She sat down on her bed and started putting her knickers on. She pulled them half way up then stopped. I froze thinking she saw me. Then she stood up and let the knickers fall to the floor. With my heart pounding and my cock throbbing I could. Tom moved quickly across the floor, pinning the smaller Sarah against the kitchen wall. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, almost melting against each others. Sarah resisted for a brief moment, Tom felt her stiffen, but then she seemed to ignite her flame. She knew that as soon as she started down this path there was no turning back. No more “Good Wife”. Tom was kissing her feverishly, passionately, their tongues locked in battle. He had her blouse pulled out of her shorts, and ripped open to.