Please, don't go yet."Looking back, I gave him a look of confusion. "Why not? I'm a whore. I have other men to fuck tonight."He smiled. "I know." Make...me a promise," I said sliding my skirt back down from my waist and pulling my crop top over my head and back over my breasts. Exhaling a breath, he asked, "What?"I looked out the window at the driving rain and the few other rigs in the lot, then back at him. "I was trapped in a loveless marriage. He played his role as provider and I played. Pouniding away , up his submissives asshole , Harry pulled out at the last minute & sprayed Sonia's face with his man jism . Covered in facial cum , Harry told Charles to get a camera & take a few pictures of his wife covered in her master's cum . Select the best one Harry said frame it & put it beside your bed , So you'll always know that your wife loves you , but she is owned & addicted to her Master's penisChapter 2- 2weeks laterSonia hadn't seen Charles in a week , Harry had made her into. It rose just a little, but enough for the side of her thigh and a hint of buttocks to come into my view. When she swiveled a little and dropped to one knee, I was able to see a very pretty thigh peeking from under her skirt. As I watched her, there seemed to be a certain … well … poetry to her movement. Corny, right? The predictable metaphor embarrasses me a little, but it is nonetheless true. What I mean is that she moved with a certain amount of grace, an economy of movement. She moved from. Both those girls have big problems, and they will be so damn grateful when you get them cumming like nature intended that you won’t be able to scrape them off you, even with gallons of glue remover,” Monica warned me.“Oh honey, I really did mean thank you. I appreciate your input and I wasn’t blowing you off,” I said.“OK, just making sure you processed what I said,” Monica said, as she gave me her best sarcastic smirk.We got to the dining room, and I kissed all my girls. Monica got a goodbye.