”I laid my arms on the rests and asked, “How is that? You got a way of getting me out of here?”She gave me a smile and said, “I decide if you ...et to clean toilets or bake cakes.” and took a serious tone saying, “And, if you can get out early.”I shrugged at the last part, thinking out loud, “I don’t care if I get out early or not.”“Oh, you’ll care if your life is miserable in here.” she smirked, dropping the folder on her desk. “I’ve seen them all.” she lectured, “Deviants and misfits, the too. My aim was true, and I showered my love all over my wife’s pert bottom. When I was finally spent and panting, I gazed down upon the work of art that I had just created.Her incredible ass glistened with my semen.Amanda rolled onto her back, reached up, and pulled me onto her in a fierce hug. We held each other close and didn’t speak for a long time. Though we had been married for almost a decade and enjoyed a fulfilling sex life that would make any couple envious, something profound still. He slowly walks up behind me. "I can see your panty straps every once in a while. I can only imagine the thoughts that are going through your head."I am at a loss for words. I don't know what to say. I'm not sure if this is a good thing, or if it's turning out to be something very, very bad. Mr. Desai clears his throat."Have you ever been with another man, Deepak?" he asks me. I swallow hard and shake my head. "Well, what if I told you that I could see to it that you pass my class with 90%. It felt so nice. And even when he held my breasts in his hand he caressed them softly and tenderly. I loved it when he pushed the silky fabric between my legs and rubbed me gently there. I'm sure he appreciated the way the fabric was getting wet. It wasn't long before my nightie was off and it was his turn to get undressed.I had already pulled down the sheets and we laid next to each other kissing and fondling and playing with our sex. He started to climb down between my legs, which I.