Let me describe her, she has awesome structure with 34 size boobs, bit chubby but not fat, awesome ass to die for. She is such a figure who can easily...tempt even a saint. Her husband is not so great. Lean, tall not looking great at all. We both are made for each other. Many at party said she is an unlucky girl to get such a guy.To the dinner she came in t-shirt and jeans. Extremely good in this outfit. My wife complimented her(I was complimenting her inside). While having dinner I came to know. Thus, over the next few weeks the couple and Buster would visit on Friday or Saturday staying overnight, and as he said it was a vanilla world, though there was an excursion or two into Busters k9 world. Six long weeks had passed since that last film, Gaye was getting a little restless, it was she said” an urge, a need, she just loved being abused, vanilla sex was great but she had this need, and it wanted itching, the sale of film1 was tremendous, and as she said to dan she didn’t want any. “All fucking right, it was only once.” I stammered as me face went bright red, “Ever ready me.”“Fuck anything anything any time?” John Hunt the bookie from Matson street walked out the bog and started taunting me. Hunt the Cunt as we called him.“Long as its over 18, and has a cunt and a pulse,” I protested.“Like a cow?” he laughed.“Technically they has a vestibule not a cunt,” I said using my superior intellect gained from watching pointless fucking game shows and similar crap on pointless. It would be Patti?s job to keep Roger?s cock clean and count how many orgasms she had and how many times Roger shot his wad into her. Additionally, to make sure she was intently watching their erotic activities, she was to keep her eyes on their hands. If either one of them held up any of their fingers while they were fucking, she was to call out the number of fingers they were holding up. For every mistake or omission she made, she was told she would get five hard whips across her, now very.