It was such an incredibly beautiful sight; the entrance to her vagina was dark pink, almost red, engorged as it was from her orgasm. Her lips were puf...y and swollen, and her wetness glistened invitingly.After drinking in this beautiful sight for a moment, I kneeled on the bed behind her and positioned myself just above her. I pressed the head of my cock against the entrance to her vagina, and teased her once again. "Beg for it, slave." Please fuck me, master," she cooed."I'm not convinced you. Innocent or knowing? That was the question which was killing me as Amber put-on her little panty parade every single day, without fail. I knew she was 16 years old; that she was a virgin; that she’d never been kissed; that she fancied a boy called ‘Matt’. Everyone travelling to work on the top deck of the 257 knew those little factoids about Amber. Only I knew that she was wearing the lemon sherbet knickers with the big white dots this morning. But what I didn’t know was whether Amber was aware. He was telling him that though she was his wife he had the right to touch her in such a way. Carol’s other hand moved from her side and rested on Rufus’s knee. She too was making a statement. She was confirming that she wanted his hand on her knee; that she welcomed his hand on her knee. Carol was telling him that she wanted Rufus. Noel could feel a wetness in his pants, a sticky wetness. He was leaking cum with the excitement of watching another man touching his wife. Carol broke the silence. I controlled my smile & gave him his food.He asked me to do some egg & I was preparing it. But I was getting an urge to piss. I didn’t know what to do. I said I have to go but he refused to send me as soon as he was getting bored. How much ever I gave reasons he was not listening to it. Finally I had to tell him the reason that I had to piss. He laughed & he told that I can do it there itself. But on one condition, his toilet was having a problem so I had to piss outside. I refused but he.