She stayed there, in full frontal view of her husband, and began to wipe again. Her hand went right, her breasts swung left. Back and forth, a counte...point of mopping movements. Henry sat on his heels, his hands lifeless, his eyes glued to his wife’s chest. Just how long had he held this fantasy? Lynn smirked to herself and found a stubborn heel smear on the floor. She scrubbed intensely. Her tits bobbed and wiggled. She resolutely ignored how her belly hung loose and wobbled also. She. When she opened the door she was dressed in a very short black skirt, black thigh highs, tall black high heels and a white blouse. I walked in and she started to kiss me deeply, before the door had even closed. Her wet mouth was against mine, she had on the same sweet perfume as the last time…her hands reaching down to my already hard dick. We headed upstairs, she walked very slow and deliberately…lifting her skirt ever so slightly providing me a glimpse of her round ass cheeks. She had a. “I mean this is my slave. I saved him from death and he owes me his life.”The woman cried out behind him. “You can’t take James from me.”William turned to look at the woman who I decided was James’ mother, Martha, and then back at me. “Name your price,” he bellowed.“Not for sale.”“Every slave is for sale for the right price. Now name your price.”“What didn’t you understand when I said he wasn’t for sale?”“I insist you sell him to me. Now name your damn price.”“You won’t take no for an answer. You shuffle over and stand to present yourself. Head low while I pace around you, running my fingers under your breasts and down the front of your stomach. I stop behind you, kiss the back of your neck while my hand runs down your spine. Watching your goosebumps slowly swell as my hand slides around your ass to your moist pussy. I give your pussy a firm slap and “A good girl would ask to take Daddy's coat” I whisper in your ear with a low growl. Your face blushes as you quietly nod and take my.