I had a huge instant bulge inside my pants. I held her hands tight and moved my lips to kiss her neck.She suddenly changed the tone of her voice with ...er husband when my lips sucked her neck area. I sat behind her with my legs around her legs. I started kissing all around the neck from behind. My bulge was pressing on her ass through her tight khaki pants from behind.She hurriedly disconnected the call, reasoning that an important call had come. She threw the phone on the bed and started. I knew they didn't get along and fought all of the time. But the erection in my pants made my brain act strangely. I had to write her back."Be quiet." What? I would." Well do that and then we'll talk." Did you like that?" Like what?" When I said that I want you to fuck me?" Of course I did." What would you do to me?" I'm not going to write all of that." Please?" Yo, you need to chill out." C'mon, just tell me." I would bend you over my bed and fuck you from behind." Oh my." I'm sorry, but then. Her screams of joy crashed through the wall tied tightly between her lips. The room was spinning as she threw her head back and looked up. In the dream like image above she saw a slave, bound and gagged, under complete control of her master. He was rewarding her virginity with the most sinful pleasure. He too was in a spinning room, his body tight and shone with sweat. All his essence was entering and leaving her. Finally, with a yell of triumph, he shot into her deepest regions, his juice. Every so often, Tracy twisted her feet around the tip or wiggled her feet up and down her shaft or run her soles right across the tip or jack her dick between her feet. As she sat there and waited for her foot, it was all she could to calmly sip her orange juice and keep her composure. When Liz stopped by to refill her glass, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming as she saw Tracy once again play with Liz's pussy, making the waitress' eyes glaze in lust. Every so often, Tracy reached.