Before she answered our drinks came. I figured that would make her wait till the server had left. But as the server started setting the drinks down my...wife said yes honey he knows I'm not well off but he wants to fuck me just the same. My face turned beet red. I kept my eyes down not wanting to look up at the lady serving us. I know she figured out what was going on, my wife and I both wear wedding bands and Luke didn't. She turned toward me and asked sir, do you need a minute or are you ready. She reached up, grabbing my throat again while her other hand fucked me roughly. “That’s right Joyce, you are gonna cum for me again you little slut. I want you to scream again baby. Scream for me!” She gripped my neck so hard it hurt and my knees nearly gave out. She held me up by her grip on my neck and her fingers in my pussy. I could suddenly breath again as she released my neck and grabbed my breast hard. It was just enough to push me into another screaming orgasm. I collapsed onto the. If I were occupying the same spaceas the living personification of a goddess I would have a hard time keepingmy eyes to myself too.When I'd woken up that morning, I'd concluded that I wouldn't bury my headin the sand any longer and that was how I'd found myself looking in themirror.The clothes I wore, a button up blouse and a pair of sweats belonged toTray's wife Mary, and they fit me rather well. I couldn't bring myself towear any of her nightgowns, they'd all been so very feminine and it. ‘I don’t think so, bitch. Bend over the table.’ ‘No.’ She reached for his cock. ‘I’m not finished.’ He used her hair to make her stand up. She stared daggers at him, but didn’t fight it. Spinning her toward the table, he wrapped his fingers around his dick. She caught the edge with her hands and looked at him over her shoulder. Deliberately, she spread her feet and arched her back, presenting him that sweet, little pussy. Swiping the head of his dick over her wet lips, he swallowed a groan..