He just wanted and he sure would get. Like I said, this time, was no different. The second I read the message, my pussy started to getting wet. It nee...ed him. It needed his cock. I needed him. I needed his cock. And to satisfy my needs I would do whatever necessary.True to his word, after 15 minutes he was at my door. And I was greeting him in my most expensive and sexiest babydoll. I was dressed for him, knowing he didn't care what I wear for him. He just cared about my body and my holes, like. It made me jolt and give outa feminine yelp. God, since when was I so sensitive?"Relax..." the masseur said, and it was then that I realized that she wasreally ahe. "... Relax your body."Doing as I was told, I relaxed. Soon I could feel her, no, his fingerstrace back between my cheeks. They withdrew for a second, before comingback, slick with oil as they pushed past my sphincter."I show you a good time..." he said, and in my wanton state of mind, Icould hardly say no.The fingering, the feeling. But she gives me what you won't," he said.I listened to what Richard was saying, hanging my head in shame. I had not kept my husband happy and he needed to find fulfillment in the arms of our maid. As a woman and a wife, there was nothing worse than that. If he had just been out tom-catting around or something just for the sake of having a new piece of ass, that would have been one thing.But I knew he was right–I hadn't been all he wanted and needed. We'd had long talks about our boring sex. “No, please! Please let me cum!” I protest while he teases my pussy very lightly, keeping me on the edge of having an orgasm as I twitch in front of him.“Send the photo to your boyfriend, and I’ll let you cum,” he replies. I’ve never been this horny in my life. I know I just have to cum, no matter what. I press send, completely submitting to my coach.“That’s my good girl,” he whispers and kisses my open mouth while rubbing my clit with one hand and pinching and twisting my buds with the.