Time seemed to fly by and before she knew it, it was time to start getting dressed.Going up to her room, she locked her door and started going through...her closet searching for just the right ensemble to wear on her date. It seemed to take her hours to select the appropriate outfit, but she finally chose a soft, clinging dress of red velvet that would properly display off her considerable assets.The dress was short enough to show off her long, beautifully curved legs but at the same time it. He kept forgetting that this was not supposed to be about fucking. I admit it that it was somewhat enjoyable for me but I knew I couldn’t let him know that. At one point I tried to rake his hands off my chest again when he quickly moved them down to my ass. As he groped me, I tried to move his hands again and he fought off my attempt. I was caught off guard when he suddenly flipped me over onto my chest. All I felt was his body as it came crashing down behind me. When I tried to fight it, he. I grabbed a pale, old looking pair of panties from an unused corner of the drawer - a trophy, if you will - and kneeled down next to the bed. There was a synthesizer catching dust, a bunch of unorganised shoes, a worn thong, and a shoe box, that seemed out of place with all the other shoes lying about. I took it from under the bed and put it on the desk, and then opened it. Jackpot. It was Riley's secret stash. The box contained two rubber toys, varying in size, and a smaller metal one with. This holiday’s it’s for me and the humiliation of seeing me fucked hard his little cock leaks”. “What do you get out of it apart from the donkey sized cocks?” asked the wife “I like to be in control and jewellery of course,” said Lucy. “What does he do when you are being fucked” asked the wife, “sits in the corner and watches” said Lucy, “better go and get comfortable in the bedroom Jim, your wife's going get fucked” said my wife, as she fondled lucy’s large hanger tits and stuck her tongue.