Then little by little their roles became a kind of theme for an entire evening, sometimes spontaneously but more and more often at Anita’s request.A...d now…It always began the same way, and Anita loved the whole ritual of it. Maybe that was the best part: When she hurried through the door her husband Don would be sitting in the living room, reading a book or magazine. And even though the front door was well within his line of sight, on Slave Night he never looked up or acknowledged her. I made some decisions back then that’ve affected my life over the past few years. I still loved my wife, so divorce wasn’t really an option. That meant trying to survive in a marriage which wasn’t ideal. My reasoning was simple, I’d taken a vow for better or worse. In most areas of our marriage things were better. In the area of our love life, this was as ‘worse’ as it could get. I wasn’t ruled by my dick, so I knew I’d survive, though not as happily as I had hoped. For my wife and marriage,. When someone at the bar asked her to dance, she quickly jumped up and followed him to the dance floor, while Candy and Derrick headed towards the door.Derrick followed Candy out of the lot, but when she made a turn at the light, Derrick quickly turned around and headed back to the bar. Once back inside, he could tell right away that the drugs he had given Kathy were providing the desired effect. They guy who asked her to dance now realized that Kathy was now alone, and suggested she call a cab,. She starts to slow down as she her self had just had an almighty squirting orgasm, again I push up allowing more of the dildo to enter my now very willing arsehole, she does not hesitate and pushes it deep inside me again, she tell me she is going to make me cum once more then walk off as if nothing had ever happened, I just groan as she pounds it deep inside me, she pulls out of me, demanding i clean her rubber cock for her, I get up onto my knees and open my mouth awaiting it to slide down my.