“She's going to screw you over,” Donna protested. “Ms. Beigh is a conniving bitch.”“A conniving bitch that wants to be hot like you and my w...fe,” Frank grinned.My nerdy husband looked so sexy and commanding right now. He always had a fit body and, as I learned since becoming a bimbo, a pretty big cock. Not the biggest cock I had fucked—I knew a few Black guys that really stretched my pussy—but he was delightful to feel inside of me. I loved my husband so much for letting me have fun as a. After returning the stallion to the inn, the sun being warm and the day pleasant, they wandered along a lane together, passing between low banks. A little way along the woods closed in, and the banks steepened. Soon they came to a bend where a swathe of wild flowers, delicate yellow primroses chief amongst them, nestled on the earthy bank. Terence stopped suddenly to admire the scene. Joanna’s face turned to his, and she read his expression of wonder with some amazement. She had not realised he. It felt so right. Thrilling really. I looked into his eyes. He looked so at peace. I run my lips up & down this beauty making kissy and smacking sounds. It was bone hard. He leaked some pre-cum in my mouth. “You’re so hard. I love it. MMMM. Your cum taste good. I mean fine.” I held his hard nut sac while I sucked & slurped him. He moaned softly, “GOOOOD. You suck my cock so good. Suck me you lil bitch. I knew you were gay. I seen your lacey . He pushes you away wanting more. The two men keep you pinned there and with your sight removed, your ears become keener, listening to the sounds passing around you, but the men never speak, never say a word; you just feel their large firm hands holding you, sometimes probing and moving over your body. Isolated sounds come and go, but the hum of the car remains constant. Your mind becomes entwined by the fantasy counting the minutes from five to ten and then twenty as the car abruptly comes to a.