Still, as desperate for supplies, any supplies, as they were, even this had value. It might do for disinfecting wounds, or stripping paint if there wa... any paint to strip in Hell. Regardless, he had no interest in a taste test.Hearing movement behind him, he turned to see that she was sitting up and looking around in obvious confusion. There was clarity in her dark eyes, but also caution as she looked at Logan. Her expression was tense and wary, only a short step away from fear.Logan offered. .Lisa already knew she would get Stephen to where she had wanted him from their first meeting, and now it was time to progress things further, and more quickly, she wanted Stephen completely in her control, to have him as her plaything, her husband but ultimately her slave.The next day at work Lisa called Stephen and told him she would be coming to his office as she had a present for him at 2 o’clock, and to make sure they were not disturbed for at least an hour.Long gone now, were the requests. I started by the frozen pizzas and made my way to the other side of the aisle; the side that had ice cream. Surprisingly, the ice cream wasn't the tastiest looking thing there. "Excuse me sweetheart, do you work here?" I looked to my left and there she stood. Blonde hair in a ponytail, a black tank top, and pink shorts so tight that if anyone else wore them they would most likely tear. She couldn't have been more than 40-years-old. "Yes, yes I do," I stammered. Women come in the store all the. “I'm being cuckolded by Becky!” groaned Henry, his face twisting with passion. He fucked his wife's mouth harder.She moaned and squealed. Then she came. Her husband's words, no doubt combined with my hungry tongue fluttering through her folds and caressing her clit, set her off. Her juices gushed out of her. They spilled into my hungry mouth.I drank them down, the tip of my dick aching and throbbing as this hot wife creamed hard. Her ass clenched beneath my massaging fingers. She screamed out.