I suggested that when I had finished the last waltz with my own cuck husband, we should retire to cuck 634’s room for an elicit fuck. I said that Ma...ter would never find out; but of course it was actually just what Master had ordered me to do. When cuck 634 pointed out that slut Ann might disturb us I told him not to worry. I told him I had already ordered cuck K, my own husband, to fuck slut Ann in the summer house and that I would be fucking cuck 634. Rather cleverly, Master had texted slut. "I thought I smelled alcohol, I asked, "Have you been drinking?" No it's mouth wash. I just brushed my teeth." Where have you been?" We stopped for a coffee. Oh please, let me feel your little cock."She was now rubbing her moist pussy up and down my stomach as she reached down and placed the head of my cock between her pussy lips. Impaling herself on my erection, I felt it slide all the way in as she began ridding me. She moaned, "Oh yes. Don't do anything, let me ride you. Oh yes, oh I'm. Of course I could see he was a damned attractive man, I was only human after all, and there had always been an undercurrent of electricity between us, but his ‘I’m hot shit and I know it’ attitude was such a turn off.“No, it’s not a bad time,” I lied, still holding the door, not letting him in.“May I come in?” he asked. Grudgingly I stepped aside and let him in. “Now, I have something to discuss with you, Elaine,” he paused for a second, and then asked, “Do you prefer Elaine or Laney?”“I don’t. Come sit down.” Sandy walked slowly back into the kitchen and sat down across from Bob who looked her over carefully while letting out a long, low whistle. “Hey, you promised,” Sandy snapped. “I promised nothing would happen to you. I didn't promise I wouldn't enjoy looking. I mean, jesus, that has got to be the skimpiest bra and panties set I've ever seen.” “Oh... you've seen a lot then, I guess.” “Uh, well... and such a gorgeous body, and I'm supposed to protect you from lechers like me -”.