Sylvia and I had sex every other day; Jay and I had none. Well, none if you don’t count a little fellatio as part of three- and four-ways. I was get...ing downright masterful at self-deception. Nate and Seth advanced to some kissing and petting but nothing more. Nate left the room when Seth and Charlene had sex. Mike and Sylvia, with some guidance from Carl, often talked casually with Nate about whatever he wanted to discuss. I’m sure he never caught on that this was actually directed assessment. She opened her mouth wide open and moaned sluttily, watching her hubby in the other room. I increased my pace, fucking her hard, going deep inside her wet cunt with big, thick, hard dick.She has been careful not to moan too loud to wake up her hubby. Seeing her ass cheeks wriggle to my thrusts made me want to fuck this slut more. I started drilling her cunt like a piston, fucking her with full force. Giving long, hard strokes, holding her waist with my left hand.My right hand went to her hair. " She spun around.And there was Annabelle.The little girl looked wide-eyed up at the taller woman. Charlottepeeked out from around the corner of the desk, her little shoescrunching against the bits of marble Junior had shot off. Annabelleheld up another screwdriver. "Charlotte says it's this one," sheoffered. "Shouldn't it be called an X-head?" -Buh-digah!!" The Mistress sputtered. "Whuhthefff-!!" She lookedaround wildly in search of anyone else. "How'd you get in here?!Annabelle. So when I went to him with my wounds, I told him that I had this weird dream, and I was worried about it. When he asked what it was, I described the whole situation in the alley. He checked everything from my wounds to my aching jaw, as I told him the story. I'm sure he got a boner out of that. I made the whole story innocent, like I didn't know about sex much, and used childish words. And throughout it I pretended it was a dream. He ate it up like candy. The story clearly matched the bruises.