She has a lot of beautiful clothes and wears them well. To the world at large she's the very model of a classy, well-dressed, intelligent professional...woman. But take those clothes off and get her alone in bed and it's a different story!She puts on a pretty, lacy bra that makes her 40DDs sexier than ever. Pushes them together and pushes them up. Cleavage, much? Damn, I love those tits. Then it's a pair of sexy, black pantyhose. She notices that I'm watching her every move. "Come here," she. I was blown away as I tried to process what she just said, answering the only way I could, “Yes, Dear.”Sandra gazed into my eyes with her evil controlling grin saying, “That's a good little cuck, and tomorrow night you will get your 'Hot Wife' ready to go out clubbing!” I wasn’t sure about that knowing how quickly she can change, but I did have a raging hard-on, and Sandra gripped it tightly growling, “You made quite a mess, Hubby... clean it up!" The harsh edge in her voice sent a shiver down. She opens her eyes. She can't forget this is her enemy.She stares into his face. Trying to maintain a severe glare. Remembering every bad thing he's ever done.He smiles. His face is warm and gentle. That's why she preferred the mask. It was disconcerting. Misleading."I'd like to invite you to dinner." He keeps his hands on her face.Rey blinks. Staring at him blankly. She is starving. "I can't eat with you."Kylo shakes his head. He continues caressing her face. Rey almost gets the gumption to. Your hands slipped under my dress and rubbed my panties over my pussy as you kissed me hard, pushing your tongue into my mouth and dancing with mine. My knees were weak and wobbly by the time the doors opened.You took us to a wonderful restaurant, and as we drove there, you made me slide my skirt up so you could see my legs and my panties. You caressed my thighs and the insides of my thighs, keeping me hot the whole trip. You would rub my panties from time to time and smile when I moaned.You.