“Ummmm yes Mistress.” She grabs my hair and asks, “Did my pet not hear me? I asked if you wanted to play now.” She stares at me and I can’t ...eep eye contact with her. I am saved by the bell as the person behind the counter comes back in. He is a guy a bit taller than me at 6’3” and in his mid-thirties. A scary smirk comes over my Mistress’s face. I feel a shiver go down my spine. “Excuse me sir can I chat with you? Stay here my pet I will be right back.” My Mistress and the man leave and I am. He sipped his wine as he listened to her explain to her twins what this dinner meant. . .to not only himself, but to them as well. ‘Mom we’re happy for you,’ Gina said. Her smile, genuine, mirroring her sister’s. ‘We knew this was coming and secretly we hoped it would have happened sooner, but,’ she glanced at Mitch, ‘he looks like he’s worth the wait.’ Mitch grinned and Savannah blushed as she gazed up at him. ‘He is,’ she answered and then kissed his lips. Gina grinned wider and pressed her. They were sharing a coffee for breakfast.I walked passed my husband and Benson motioned his finger for me to join him. I stood next to that huge black man, as he put his arm around my waist, while looking defiantly at my cuckold man.Benson finally told Victor that he had a very nice slutty wife and that he had fucked me in all imaginable positions, being me the sluttiest married bitch he had ever taken…He added that I was a real whore for black cock, for sure…Benson suddenly reached down and I. Before we got together, I'd get hard just fantasizing about her but after two remarkable sexual encounters with this lady, I now get hard if I see her car in her driveway. Ever get an erection from looking at a Honda Civic? I have.What I find tantalizing about this older, married hottie, who doesn't know she's a hottie is her wonderful curvy body. I have never fondled breasts that large. You could grasp one of them in both hands and the fingers on each hand wouldn't meet. Alright, I'm.