We've had a few chats, flirted, just barely, but I just can’t help myself. I have thought about doing dirty things to him. To show him what a woman ...s truly made of. “Seems it is a keeper then,” he smiles finally. “Wise choice, Drew. See ya!” I giggle, heading inside. Pushing through the doors, I see a few friends I have made. I say quick hello’s and ask how they’re doing, before making my way upstairs. I don’t have a lot of time before the group of guys are supposed to show up and I want to. Itna bol kar mamy-papa chale gaye or main muskura kar santosh ko dekhne laga or wo Sharma kar dekh rahi thi sham tak sab thik tha hamne kuch nahi kiya ab raat ko hume ek sath hi sona tha. Hum dono ne raat ka khana khaya or bed par aa gaye main santosh ko dekh kar hasne laga to wo Boli bahut hasi aa rahi hai maine kaha nahi hasunga kapde utaro na usne kaha mujhse nahi utarte apne aap utar le main khush ho gaya or eke k kar uske sare kapde utar diye or buri tarha se chipak gaya didi ke badan se. ...slowly pushing forward as you arch your back and push your buttocks up to meet it, urging me on with your moaning. Lost in the delicious slowness of the feelings filling your backside, the intense throbbing of the wand pulsing through your clit and deep inside your dripping cunt, you feel the balls of the dildo nudging between the clamps on your pussy lips making the teeth bite in and your pussy ache. But no end to the wonderful torture for you yet my dirty slut, Oh no.You sense me get up. I finally decided to invite Bruce over because he had the largest cock. Bruce was to stop by this coming Friday night. He was to arrive exactly at 9 pm. Bruce had washboard abs, and a great looking 9 inch cock. I knew my bisexual husband was about to realize his dream of a mouthful of cock. My plan was to handcuff Michael and taunt him Friday evening with my strap-on while having him dressed up as a little slut. The night started as all our scenes do, I had Michael in his fishnet stockings,.