“Slut, I want you to sit down in front of your husband on the table. Your cock slut of a husband will lick your snatch while I fuck his ass. Would y...u like that?” Larry asked, pointing to the table. “Yesssss,” Helen moaned as she moved up to the table and sat down. “Fuck the cock slut’s ass hard, Larry. I want to feel it as he licks my pussy.” “I will, slut. But, from now on call me Sir or Master. You are both my little cock sluts, and you will show me proper respect. If you both behave. I know I've only been back in your life a very short time, but it's been long enough for me to know I love you and want to be with you always."She had tears in her eyes as I kissed her. She had a skirt on and I laid my hand gently on her thigh and slowly moved it up her leg. I reached her panty covered mound and gently rubbed it. I could feel the hotness coming through her panties. I slid my hand through the leg opening of her panties and slid a finger into her moist opening. We had never gone. Retreating back into the office, he shut the office door and locked it.What or why certain desires filled his mind, he didn?t know. But hepulled out the short slate-grey colored jacket and checked it againsthis shoulders. His hands stroked the luxurious cashmere shine. Itcalled to him and, as he checked it against his shoulder width, hethought: it might actually fit. Draping the rest of the items over abox for an unassembled desk, he removed the jacket?s hanger and slippedhis arms. She had a nice ass and long legs, and she was funny. She was in her mid forties. Right after they moved in they put in a small pool and a hot tub. Vicki would always wear a small bikini. We had binoculars and spy holes in the tree house and would watch her as she laid in the sun. For my scouting project I set up a recycle program for the people that lived around my house. When I approached Vicki about this she wanted to help out as she was a recycle freak. So she would help me short the.