I picked a night when my husband was out of town and my in-laws kept the kids overnight. I got everything together for the evevning, wine, finger food... all that stuff. The hostess came over at eight o'clock sharp, the party was not to start until 8:30, but the hostess needed the extra time to set up. I was a little surprised when I answered the door and the hostess from my girlfriend's party was not who came over. "Hi, I'm Nicole." she said extending her hand. "You look surprised, what's. He pushed me down on to it as it hit the back of my throat. I pulled back slightly to catch my breath, only to have him shove my head down. A pattern of me with my head bobbing up and down, as I swallowed the top few inches. His smell was awful, but it still excited me thinking that he probably hadn't even seen his cock in a long time. Though his hand was no longer pushing me down on his cock I continued enjoying his fat cock sliding into my mouth. My head still bobbed up and down on it as he. “There is a message for you,” she said, when I stuck my head inside to pick up the suitcase from the space behind the front seats.“There’s always a message for me. I’m tired.”“The message is from the British Embassy in Riyadh.”I sighed and put the suitcase back. Then I got in. K-T was parked in the sun, but she had soaked up all the heat and converted it into electricity, so it wasn’t very warm inside.“Play message.”It was audio only.“Mr. Carstairs, this is William Constable, I’m with the. Yes..." She started moving, but stopped as I spoke again."Have you cheated on your husband, Slave-Mommy?" I asked, repeating the question I'd posed to my father only a short time before."Mistress ... I..." She blinked rapidly and looked away."Look at me when you speak." I reached over the table and grabbed cheeks painfully, squeezing her mouth. "Have you fucked around on my father?" Y-Yes ... Mistress, yes." Mom stared at me, afraid of what she might find in my eyes."Good," I let her go with a.