She said, “First the money, sir.”“Smart woman”. I paid her 17K (2K was tip). I had in my mind since I was paying my own wife so tonight, I wil... fuck her like a street hooker. My wife happily took the money. Then I made some drinks and rolled a joint of hash. Our role play continued.Me: What’s your name?Wife: Reeta.Me: Married?Wife: Yes.Me: How long have you been a whore?Wife: Only recently, sir.After a few drinks and joint, I saw my wife was already high. Now I was about to start. I went near. The poor guy went onto the floor. She lifted up her foot and he began to kiss it.I watched as he kissed and licked her shoe. She was telling him something and then she started to laugh. I was wondering how far this was going to go when the Bitch looked right at the camera and smiled. She knew that she was being watched!She said something to the man and he began to lick her leg. I couldn't help but be turned on by this. The guy was about to her knee when I noticed that she was rubbing her tits.. I forgot most of my dreams, but not completely as they revisited me occasionally in my sleep. But they weren't nightmares or anything, they resembled more the sexual dreams everyone has once in awhile. Sometimes I'd dream of Whitecloud touching me, making his art on my body, piercing my flesh without pain, but rather with pleasure. Other times it was the wolf, my shadowy lover who would creep into my bed and take me, growling and thrusting with his jaws tight around my neck. But mostly I would. "With a pout, Hannah sat up and, guided by my hands, retook a position straddling my semi-supine waist, facing me. I was careful to ensure that her crotch came to rest directly upon my turgid genitalia. Deliciously, her too-tight denim shorts created a perfect split-bulb camel-toe out of her eighth-grade pudenda, so as my niece straddled my hips, her cuntlet straddled my shaft, to my visual and physical delight. Her knees rested on the sofa seat to either side of me, and her hands rested.