" But I thought that... Oh no. That was me wasn't it?"He nodded his head in agreement."But I thought that you told me that you couldn't remember anyth...ng about what we did?" I was sober..." That's right. You don't drink. I have never in 25 years seen you take a single drink of anything with alcohol. You raped me that night." Yes," He replied very quietly."How could you do that? All this time that we have been together only to find out that you landed me because you raped me." He could tell that. "I'm gonna fuck you up against the window next." He slammed his cock into her then. Lyla gasped before quickly covering her mouth. Cassie moaned in pleasure. Lyla could see Clarke's face was screwed up with intensity. She never thought he could be like this in the bedroom, she always thought he would be quiet shy and vanilla, but judging from the way he was slamming his wife on the desk, she was wrong."That's it baby, don't fucking stop." Cassie's hand was rubbing her pussy, her thick silver. All a hard working Chef could ask for. But it was her attitude that got my rocks of the most. The ‘I don’t give a fuck kind of attitude!’“ chef fancy a walk round to the shops for lunch “ she whispered in my ear as her free hand grabbed my hard cock through my chef whites. I was busy chopping lettuce as I nearly chopped my hand off... I just smiled back at her as she slowly started pulling at my love pump. As she placed the two glasses she had bought up from the restaurant onto the side. She. My body fought it but I relaxed and he entered further, slowly moving his finger in and out. It stung at first, but the longer he did it, the more pleasurable it became. I moaned against the gag and he pulled his finger out of my arse with a pop. “Now, slut, you are ready.” He placed his hand on my hips, positioning himself. I felt the tip of his, now hard, cock on my pussy and then he ploughed into me, hard. The sound of his flesh as it slapped against mine, filled the air as he continued.