I pulled down her jeans. A sense of pleasant smell filled my nose that made me an addict. I put my left thumb on her clit to stroke it. Two of my fing...rs of my right hand went in. It was already wet. It just made the job easier. It was the most erotic experience.I wanted my fingers to embrace every bit of her flesh down there. The speed gradually increased. With every thrust of my hand, the slurping sound increased. This sound was as sweet as Ed Sheeran’s songs for me. Her body tightened. She. Still, Kevin didn't want to test his luck, and walked toward her. "Ehm, Mrs. Brooks. I wanted to apologize to you." Oh? For what?" she asked."Our little incident?"She looked at him, still smiling, but completely oblivious to what he was talking about. "I'm sorry dear, I don't know what you mean."Kevin sighed. "Never mind. I'm off to bed. Good night Mrs. Brooks," he said."Good night, dear," she said. Kevin gave Margo another good look over. He had never really paid mind to how sexy she was.. "Matt, fuck me from behind." Matt slipped his dick in and started pumping her. I could feel his cock going in and out of my wife. She was so wet again. It didn't take long. She screamed for what seemed to be minutes, then rolled off me. I could see in Matt's face how disappointed he was. He had not shot a single load. But he said nothing. "You two do deserve a reward. Frank, take off your clothes." I obeyed eagerly. I sporting a sizable erection, at least by my standards. Tina grabbed both our. She wasn't comfortable with people calling her "Master".Now the rocker genie faltered. "But... you are my master. ...Shouldn't I address you as such? My master who enjoyed football was keen on it, and the woman before him insisted on 'Mistress' or 'Madam LeVesque'. Would you prefer something else?" Just... Lena." she replied, "Call me Lena." Very well, Mistress Lena." he replied, once again bowing to her. "Are you ready to make your first wish?" Uh... close enough." she mumbled. Then a thought.