On Saturday, every time I closed my eyes brought back the vision of my wife on that hotel bed with that asshole behind her, fucking her, driving his c...ck into the woman that was the center of my world. Sleep was impossible.I started having more thoughts of inadequacy. Had I driven her into the asshole's arms? Was there something lacking in me that made her seek satisfaction elsewhere? Why would a successful, apparently happily married woman have sex with another man? I knew that we had had. The ass first, I always prefer to us cold lube on my sluts, it makes them wriggle, first a finger - do you like that - good - now lets try this plug - its only four inches - that should be about right - maybe a six if it slips out.... feel it enter you. The pressure as it forces its way in, the stretching as it passes your muscles - the fullness as it is seated. Keep it there slut!SLAP! That is to remind you are not the Mistress.SLAP! That was from the Master!SLAP! That was from the Me.SLAP!. That morning, as usual, he had a million questions, at the moment they centered around why I was reloading the shotgun. What followed was an explanation of why I put what loads in what position. I could tell that while he understood the words, he wasn’t quite sure what the meanings were.As we were getting close to the meadow, he asked me, “Mr. Reynolds, how can you tell which way is north?”I had a feeling that I knew which way this one was headed. “Remember Vince, it’s Matt, and there are a. The German politely asked if I minded them watching me being photographed as he thought I had a beautiful body. The Dutchman was a little cheekier and asked if he could join in and rub my pussy. I smiled, his hand reached out and began to rub my pussy. The German was shyer and stood closer but looked and didn’t touch. Harry got his camera ready, but before he could take a picture the two moved behind the pallets and beckoned me in, saying nein camera. I was so aroused that I could not resist.