It was a beautiful hotel, a good couple of hours' drive from home, full of corporate people, mainly middle-aged men, all dressed in immaculate suits.S...e grinned to herself as she felt the eyes of men on her. She looked good, wearing a black tight dress that had a low neckline, but importantly was cut quite short, a couple of inches above her knee. When Marco saw it, his mouth opened, followed by the fact that she shouldn’t be wearing such short dresses in public. What Marco didn’t see was her. You were looking at his cock while you stroked him.”“Mmmm…I stroke him and feel that big head and tight balls. And then I suck him.”“I’m glad you waited.”“I am too. The next time I won’t wait for you. When I pick him up at the airport, I feel his cock and tell him how much I want to fuck him. When we get home, we barely make it into the family room before I’m on my knees giving him a blowjob.”“Ohhh…fuck, honey, I get so turned on when you tell me about Chuck.”He tells her to get on top. She. Fiona’s mind had registered that Claudette was not resisting but it was not until she herself was naked that she realized that Claudette was accepting her fate, accepting her punishment. That infuriated Fiona just as her stoicism had provoked Claudette and she slapped her hard twice, drawing blood from her lip. She mauled Claudette’s breast with viciousness and drew blood with her teeth. She went back to the bag and brought out the strap on dildo. It was bigger than the one Claudette used on. She’d been in front of the refrigerator when the boys were leaving, and Sandy had shifted his football to the side she was on and his arm had brushed her in passing. Accidental, she’d told herself, but the next occasion, hearing the boys approach, she’d moved to the same spot, and Sandy again made contact. More than just a brush this time, actually. More like a crossover.Another time, Ronald and Sandy were heading out into what looked to be a chilly evening. “Wear this, Sandy, so you don’t.