So…faced with the facts I fessed up. Nadine took this opportunity to begin to open up about her husband and offer that at least my husband was inter...sted in sex while her husband was referred to by she as ‘once every two weeks Stevie’ and the once was a quick effort. She told us that she tried everything she could to interest him but nothing worked. She greeted him at the door one time in a red fishnet body stocking and spike heels and asked him what he’d like to eat for dinner. To here. Her cheeks were flush as she looked down on him spread open, taking the leather belt she brought it down hard across his ass. Smackkkkkkkkkk the sound send shivers thru her body as he jerked his head up yelling with sudden pain. It left a wide red mark on his ass as she swung it again. His body jumped as she felt power as her pussy became wetter with each blow. She went up and down his ass to the inside of his thighs. She was breathing very hard, her nipples like rocks lost in the sound of him. The fucker laughed. I pushed against him with little effect, and then ran. To a house I knew a few blocks away. To a woman I fucked, wife of one of the executives who I knew, since I’d seen it, had driven off with some blonde, probably an escort hovering at the bar and joining us late, along with a couple others. The wife didn’t mind. Didn’t want his drunken carcass and his useless penis anywhere near her. The price of driving me out of town was sex. I was useless at that point, but I knew she. Betsy pulled her lips apart and started pissing. I heard the stopwatch click on. Betsy tried to keep up a dribble instead of a stream, but it was hard to. The piss splattered all over my chest, washing off the banana cream. It felt good, the warm liquid getting rid of the stickiness. Dotty used her free hand to spread the piss around. After Dotty announced that a minute had elapsed, Betsy's stream slowed down and she could control it better. Dotty gently pushed her back so the piss would hit my.