The bitch was half-conscious, propped on their work desk, clearly fucked into delirium, her mascara and cheap red lipstick smeared all over her pale f...ce. Her mumbling had long since stopped making sense. She was stuck repeating “please” over and over again, a glossy faraway look in her eyes. He must have fucked her all day, on and off, until he got her in this state.He did have a helluva stamina reservoir. I should know, I used to let him use me the same way, fuck me until his balls were. She was not overweight but was stocky with muscular legs. She was a gymnast when she was younger and while she was not small I always found her very attractive. The condos had a community hot tub and she would join us after the skiing and I never missed a chance to enjoy looking at her body.Mr. and Mrs. James could not have been more different so it really did not surprise me when they split up after Matt and I went to college. Apparently, Mr. James had a girlfriend and finally told Mrs. James. I opened the photo, her message simply read, 'Mmmmm...' It was a photo of her torso, wit hone rope of cum across her left breast, and another over her upper right breast, across her fine collar bone to the base of her delicate neck!Friday, 12;57, and my phone beeped. This photo had to be done with a self timer, it was a long shot of my wife being held horizontally across four guys!! Wayne and Terry was there, plus two others. Everyone was naked! One of the guys hands was gripping her upper. Now is there anything else before I join you on that bed?" There is just one thing. I could never share a bed with a man whose name I don't know," giggled Lady Johnson, "It really isn't done you know."Forgetting he didn't have any boots on, the Colonel stood to attention and tried to click his heels, saying, "Obersturmbannführer Joachim Esser, at your service." Rather more to service me, than at my service, I suspect. And I am Lady Jane Johnson, at your service." Oh, I knew that. I had you.