My mind was out of my control, my heart was beating fast. Her boob was in my hand, and as per the plan, I wanted that room service guy to be involved ...n our discussion. I took my hand and rubbed it on her belly.I asked her, “Do you really think you are pretty?” to which she did not answer. I said, “I don’t think you are as pretty as you think.” Her tummy was flat, smooth, and soft. All this time, she did not move a bit, neither did she utter any word.While my hand was on her belly, I turned. .. ," Michael persists.Michael has not left; he has stayed to talk with my Master of my wrongdoing and the shameful things I said. This was what he should have done, though at the time I wished he had not. I even tried to talk him out of it and take back those words, but it was too late to take them back.Shifting slightly on my still sore ass, I think back to where I had left off, where everything had all gone downhill. Michael was just getting ready to come. I could tell. His dick swelled and. ........I was still on the mobile as I made my way to the toilet, as soon as I entered and locked the door I told Michelle that my pussy was dripping and she told me to lift up my skirt and touch my clit, it was amazing that as the train moved from side to side I could work my clit and pussy to the rhythms of it. I placed one leg on the toilet to let me open my pussy wider and worked myself off with Michelle giving me instructions on what to do.I finally arrived at Paddington Station and was. He said he had masturbated probably over a hundred times in the past several years thinking about fucking my wife. The funny thing was that my wife and I used Jason several times in our bedroom fantasies. It was some of the best sex we ever had. My wife would get so turned on that her orgasms where some of the most powerful ones she had ever experienced. She would even cry out Jason’s name when we had sex.Jason turned to me in the back and said, “I really love to be with your wife, even for an.