The dress was backless, halter neck little thing in wet-look material, it clung to me perfectly and stretched sensually over my body. I slipped my sto...kinged feet into my heels, they lifted me up high and made my ass jut out suggestively. I looked at the at myself as I applied a coat of red lipstick, I looked like a teenage boys wet dream.. which is exactly what I wanted to be tonight. I left the toilets and strolled into the lift, my little handbag over my bare shoulder. I pressed the button. You park your car, grab your briefcase and suit jacket and make your tired way to your door, unlocking it and stand perplexed in the foyer of your home, where you see me, your loving wife, stark naked chatting and entertaining what looks to be the internet guy.“Oh, hi honey! Did you have a good time at work today? I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for you to get home and meet Tyrone/Trent, he’s from AT&T, he helped fix that internet issue we’ve been having with the router. Such a. It was the fat Syrian, he came inside her mouth almost immediately and she coughed and choked on his sperm as she heard Mohommed chuckling behind her “You will learn to love Arab sperm, it is more potent than Somali!” Frida tasted no difference except that the Syrians cock didn’t spurt like the boys cock. He pulled out his cock and his sperm dribbled from her mouth as she heard Arabic spoken, she heard the bench being dragged and then she was pushed over to it. Still on her knees she felt hands. Her face came into view and I was struck by how pretty she was. Her skin was porcelain and untainted, her make-up simple and flawless, blue-black hair cascading to her shoulders. It was only after a moment spent thinking about how attractive she was that I realised her mouth was unobstructed, yet she didn’t call for help. The noises she made did not derive from terror, but from anticipation. His hand was underneath her vest top, pulling it up to give him room to massage her left breast and.