“Really?” I said.“Yeah, it sounds fun. A very domestic scene but with a twist. Let’s do it.”“Cool.”So we did.“And action,” said Ken....Yeah, really, he said this.I did my ‘grumpy power executive’ entrance, Ken’s briefcase in hand and plopped down on the couch next to my ‘wife’ who gives me a loving peck.“Good day, honey?” Becky said. She was wearing a cream blouse and a light tan skirt.I grunted a power executive reply and ask what she has been up to.“Masturbating in my own shit, darling,” she. “What do you mean?” She asked as she squirmed on the bedAnother pause“Do you really want to be controlled?” He asked.“I think so.” She said softly while playing with her clit.“Do you want to be controlled or not?” He asked again.“Yes. I do.” She replied. Panting now from masturbating and listening to his voice, which always turned her on. Soon, she felt another orgasm coming. There was another long pause as he listened to her heavy breathing.“Please may I cum?” She asked“You have disappointed. It was moving up and down and side to side. I could clearly see that she was giving him a nice, slow blowjob. I was already horny from reading, but now it was getting worse. My vagina was wet. As I watched, she would alternate between blowjob and handjob, occasionally looking at him. Suddenly, I saw her look left, and then right. She sat up, took off her top, and began sucking again. It was so hot and making me so very horny. I began gently rubbing my clit, through my sweatpants, as I watched. “Ohhhhhh god” she went on to say. “I don’t know what to say.” She smiled, her heart beat faster, and with that she wept long and hard. “I am soooo grateful” she told them. Two weeks later he was driven up to the house. “This is where she lives?” he said. The house was magnificent. It was big. It was spread out. It was in no way a mansion but compare it to where he grew up at, this one was huge in comparison. “Wow” he went on to say. His eyes were lit up. “This place is majestic” he added. She.