He spoke with a high, melodic tenor. The sole redeeming quality in his body (or so he thought) was his dick, about nine inches long when hard and wort... every millimeter.Susan, on the other hand, was a rather tall lady. At five foot eight, she was almost as tall as her husband. Her red hair and green eyes lent a slightly Irish look to her face. She sang with a raspy contralto, which was surprisingly close to Mark's voice range. Her body had a fairly good, though not drop-dead gorgeous, hourglass. “I have to admit; the things I saw in Sandra’s penthouse, you and those women, I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.” Natalie leaned over to Bebe and whispered; I do lack experience, I guess. I need…eh, training… I hoped that we could…eh, how shall I put it…‘practice’…”Bebe smiled as she noticed how Natalie carefully chose her words; “Believe me Nat, you’ll do just fine. Just follow your instincts, go with whatever others are doing and make yourself available…”Natalie told Bebe about Sandra. He knew how to effectively fondle this too. He smoothly manipulated her while she obediently waited for the next instruction. When a thought managed to crawl through the white haze of emotion that fogged her brain, she knew she was helpless regardless of hypnosis. She was helpless from the very start of that intense onslaught upon her senses. As her legs gave way he guided her down. Had it been a whispered instruction or had her legs finally collapsed under her. He fed her hunger with his. This enrages him! DO YOU THINK I’M GONNA FUCK YOU WITH OUT PROTECTION? What can I say? YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH! He grabs me like a doll and rolls me onto my face and knees, pulling my hips up. YOUR ASS IS MINE CUNT! as he spits on the rose bud of my ass. Now one thing I have always pondered was why married men want to do things with a woman they would never do with their wives. Is it because wives kiss their c***dren and are seen as pure? I begin to feel the burn as the head of his prick.