Mouth." These last words were drawn out. "I'd be such a hungry girl for your cock."Trying to play along, I contributed, "I'd wrap my hands in your hai... and pull you roughly onto my cock. I'd feel myself swell against your eager tongue as I violated your throat." Yes," she panted breathlessly, "violate me. That's the word. You're so good with words." Then she added with desperate intent, "Wrap your fingers in my curls and violate my slutty mouth."I moaned into the phone, my orgasm nearing,. After being married for twenty-three years, I needed to spice up my life. Dave and I were forty-five years old and had no children. We had missionary sex once a week.Dave had worked as an accountant since graduating, and I had resigned from the administration job eight years ago to be a housewife. The first week at home showed me that I was going to be bored out of my mind.I took up several hobbies such as hiking and baking cookies, which Dave took to work and handed to colleagues. He bragged. To my embarrassment I giggled at this new pleasing sensation. My blossoming girlishness was starting to show through."Stop there," mom said when I'd reached mid thigh. "Do the same with the other leg then stand and pull them up to snug the pantyhose about your waist."Following her directions I quickly had my lower body encased in what my James persona thought of as a sheer nylon prison. A tremor of boyish horror swept through me but even as it ravaged me it became a shiver of delight.. ’ ‘Very well. William, you will work in the stables. Renee, you can work in the kitchen.’ A few hours later, at dusk, Heather decided to take her horse, Blossom, out for a night ride. She dressers in her riding habit and headed for the stables. Once in the stable, she heard what sounded like heavy breathing and inarticulate moans. She followed the sounds and found her two new servants fucking on the dirt floor! ‘Well, well. How cozy,’ Heather said. Both William and Renee jumped and Heather.