"He turned and held my face in his hands and looked down at me. He put on that arrogant smile of his and said disdainfully, "I'll decide when we are g...ing too far. I'm enjoying the hell out of this. I don't mind if you complain a little. It kind of turns me on. But don't be annoying about it. I haven't made up my mind about the dogs and horses yet. So you kind of want to stay on my good side."I gasped loudly. I didn't want him even thinking about that! I will admit that, once I finally forced. He dabbled in art, and was a musician. He wasn't exactly ugly, and had a "nice" personality -- regardless, I didn't trust him at all, although I had no reason! Later I discovered, ok, through some actions of my own that were not necessarily honorable (I snooped) that my wife and Phillip had been exchanging suggestive emails. It was obvious to me that he was making the moves on my wife BIG TIME! She was falling for it BIG TIME!! and it was plain to me that he would break her heart, leaving. In order to keep it secured to her waist, the loincloth was going to have to appear to fit a little small under my tummy. Oh well, I’m not here to model loincloths. But still….. Before I walked out, I put the necklace on, feeling the cold stones against my warm skin, the lowest of them resting against the inner swells of my breasts and hanging down between them. My nipples were slighly hard from nervousness. I hadn’t been topless in front of a man in almost a year. Even when I had sex. I almost could not breath. Rod must have exploded in her almost at the same time, as she raised her head and let out unmistakable moans of pleasure and climax. Her palm placed against my clit, applying pressure and some movement as my hips gyrated from the orgasms, brought new aftershocks to me. I was gasping air. Karen's head was thrown back into the air as Rod shot his massive hot load into her. I could tell the head of his hard cock was rubbing deep inside her against and across her hard.