If I ever attract this nut case, I want to be sure he's not the only one watching my ass!"Late Thursday afternoon, it was Hugh Fulcher, instead of Sam... who gave the all-clear on the highway and met Madeleine at the restaurant in Roseton. Fulcher was surprisingly easy and upbeat with the near-stranger from Greensboro. He displayed a sense of humor and a positive manner that belied his dour appearance. He belatedly described for Madeleine the excessive reaction her presence in the Best-Buy. "Now you see, if you had come home on time. I would have fucked you, you insolent bitch, but you weren't here! I found someone else. Get your slutty ass up to your room and think about what the hell you did wrong!"Tears start to flow down my cheek at his words. I know he knows this is the way to hurt me the most. You see my Master knows that I'm in love with him and the worst way to hurt me is to tell me he fucked another person. He follows me up the stairs, pushing me into my little "room". .”I thrust harder, pumping my shaft into her faster, and watched her face. I reached over between her legs and my fingers found her clit. She climaxed in seconds, tightening her grip on my cock, and a look of intense pleasure crossed her face. My cock slid slightly easier as her juice surrounded it and I pumped my hips faster as my orgasm started. I bucked my hips, pounding her tight pussy, as my cock erupted. Pulse after pulse of my creamy liquid filled her juicy slit as I came inside of her. He is attracted to my heavy boobs and my plump buttocks. I enjoy teasing him and secretly fantasize making love to him. My husband is not interested in me. Similarly, Mrs Mishra has become old and has lost interest in sex. She is busy attending religious discourses in the afternoon. My husband had gone on an official tour for three days and Mrs. Mishra had recently joined a religious group which used to have “Bhajan” singing sessions every afternoon in the nearby community hall. I decided to.