We both were perspiring, breathing hard but my breasts and nipples were feeling warmer now with his touch, my pussy was throbbing, but in a happy way,...a deep happiness and calm was settling over me like a warm blanket. Though this man was not my husband, in just under an hour, he had transformed my day - no really my life and had showed me what I had been missing. I was thankful, almost grateful for what had happened and was willing from that point on to please him in any way I could. After a. She’s got nice breasts, a bit small, but perky. The bra, and gravity pressed them down, creating little curved creases between. Thankfully, it was a front clasp, so I was able to open it without reaching under. It popped open, but didn’t slide off. I murmer to her, ‘Now, you can go deeper into the room, where they massage you deeper on your body,’ I reward him for his acquiescence. But no clothes are allowed at all.’ she balks, just lies there not moving. ‘It’s alright, noone is in her to see. I'd do it and plan an escape later. I got down on my knees."Now look in to the lens and say "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut. I want to be used as a three hole fuck toy by my husband and anyone he gives me to. I'm his obedient submissive slut." If you don't say it like you mean it I'm going inside, locking the door and calling some security guards to throw you out on the road." I'll do it." I looked at the lens on his phone and said it. He smiled. "Next time you don't do what I want that gets sent. The shear blouse did little to hide the lacy bra underneath. Christine removed her jacket, folded the garment over her arm and thanked Tom for his assistance with her papers.John and Tom followed Christine around the house as she pointed out things. They looked at her as much as the house. She was not oblivious to the looks they were stealing. She felt flattered at the attention. She felt good knowing that the two handsome men appreciated her body. Christine could now feel a dampness between.