My mother was a music teacher, she always said that music was the key to a persons soul. His deep blue eyes softened at this and he stole a moment to ...lance me over. If he hadnt had been drinking then it might have been more subtle, but it was plain to see that he was taking in every curve of my body. Yet my only response was a flirtatious What? He shook his head as our taxi pulled up. You are a very old soul Miss Emma Rose. There is was again, that alluring way he said my full name. It made me. So the possibilities were endless. Shecould be slutty after all. So tonight I was going toget her really in the mood and make her do things thatthe girls in the movies did. It was my plan.***That night I brought home several DVD’s that I knewwere really hot and liquor to ply upon my wife. Wedrank and toyed with each other having fun along withnice foreplay soon we were naked on the couch and Istarted the first movie about girls who ran a massageparlor. They were incredibly hot but not as. A couple of days had passed since the first session and yesterday had me flat out on my sofa recovering from our little adventure.Angie, as usual, was in charge and taking notes."Alright," she said, calling us to order, "Here's what I'm thinking. Six days. Monday till Saturday. That means a potential two appointments per week for the three of us to have sex with Ben on our own. That's allowing for things like work, family visits, or whatever else that may pop up and we have to cancel. We can. I pulled her mouth off my cock and let go of her hair. Her head dangled and swayed off the mattress. She looked up at me. Her tears held strands of her hair in a messy, matted pattern to her lovely face. The dark fire ablaze in her eyes cried out for more bites from the leather. “Harder,” she whimpered, as she rolled on to her back, never taking her water-filled eyes off mine. She spread her legs and lifted her hips off the mattress, offering her dripping pussy to my leather. Her arms and.