With my throat stuffed full of his cock, blocking my windpipe, I was unable to breathe. Just as I was about to completely run out of air, he withdrew ...is cock, allowing me to take a deep breath before shoving it all the way down my throat again. For the next few minutes, he repeatedly alternated between my mouth and my throat. Gradually, I could feel my saliva lubricated throat relaxing and opening up until eventually it offered virtually no resistance to the invasion and he was able to. So now I come back about once a month and get some cheap thrills of my own."The music ended and Mioki noticed the woman in the space costume walk out the door, obviously awaiting her introduction."But don't you feel badly about doing this behind your husband's back?" Why should I? He's doing what he wants and I'm doing what I want. Besides, it's not like I'm going to some hotel room with somebody. They get a good look and I make sure they get to see what they want, but that's it. After my act,. " I understand. I wish you felt differently, but I understand. I'll let you know what I'm doing and I hope it won't put you in a difficult spot. I don't want you harmed in all this, Christie." I know, Doug. I know you well enough. Just let me know what's going on, that's all I ask," she smiled.It was Monday morning when I received a phone call I wasn't expecting."Hello, Doug. It's Grant Depassie calling. How are you?" he asked in a friendly voice."I'm fine, Grant. I wish I could say the same. ” She squeezed my cock. “You stared at her all night in her dress, looking at her ass, her small tits. Mmm, you're so hard.”“Because you're stroking me.”Her lips brushed my ear. “Because you want to fuck our daughter.”“Betty, I never would.”“Why not?” My wife's wet pussy rubbed on my hard thigh. “You took a cold shower today. You were shivering when you came out. The idea of fucking our daughter popped into your head.”“I wouldn't.”“Really?” Betty moved away from me. She pulled me into the room.