I rarely got my fill of cum, but he had more than enough to satisfy that particular craving. He was pulling up his pants and tucking his shirt back in...when he said, “Clear off that chair and pull it up to the desk. I have a proposition for you.” When I sat down, he was all business. “I get a lot of artists coming in here, some I’ve known for years. Several have expressed an interest in using you for a model.” He mentioned the name of one who was actually in a couple of museums. An artist’s. I know I should have been terribly hurt by what she had said. Having your husband tell another woman you are boring in bed is probably the worst thing a woman can hear. But after witnessing the two of them in action and now having her fingers playing in my slobbering pussy, I was too turned on and aroused to even care about that."Well, it's too bad you will never feel the way his fat juicy cock feels as he stuffs your mouth so full all you can do is moan around it, or the feel of his warm salty. Anything else you want," Carol babbled crazily as his huge hand kneaded and clutched the firm smooth mound, pinching at the tiny hardened nipple painfully with cruel thumb and forefinger. "Oohhh... please don't... please... ?" I like the part about the money," he said, suddenly moving his tormenting hand to grasp the negligee and toss it onto the floor behind him. "Where'll you get it? From your ex-husband's alimony?" He sniggered. "Don't give me that shit, baby! You haven't got a dime! You're. Before long, she was asleep.“Morning sunshine!” Liz exclaimed, dressed and excited for their girls’ weekend. Kylie laughed confusedly.“It’s morning?” Kylie rubbed her eyes and stretched.“Yes, sillyhead! I got in and you were passed out, I didn’t want to wake you,” Liz repliedKylie shuffled to the bathroom to shower. As she was washing up, she remembered scenes from last night. She ran her hands over her breasts, remembering Matt’s kisses all over them. She ran her fingers around her vulva and.