As I went to leave he asked if I was free during at the weekend and knowing my husband would be away told him maybe and gave him my number and told hi... to text not to call.A few days later while in work the text came through asking if I wanted to meet he would be up for the football Saturday and it was a lunch time kick off so if I was interested he would be in the bar we met in about 5pm a few more texts came through saying how much he enjoyed chatting swapping messages by text seems so. His head was thrown back enjoying the feel of his balls being sucked butat the sound of Mistresses voice he looked down nodding vigorously. Heobviously thought she was on her knees sucking his cock....he was in fora big surprise."Do you want to cum slave......"Vigorous nodding and a muffled yes please!"Now remember slave I don't want your dirty spunk in my mouth so you mustask for permission to cum."He nodded as she stood and unzipped the zipper across his mouth."Yes. You just get carried away with explaining details that I don’t need to follow. Is there anything new that I don’t have to have explained in detail?”“Umm...” John had to think. “Oh, we have started getting fish from the fisher village. It makes a nice change, and is good for your health.”“Bad fish is good for you? Since when?”“Oh, no, the fish is still fresh when we get it.”“How does that come about? Your cave is hours and hours of walking from there, from what you told me before. Time enough. I couldn’t stop I was far too gone, the sun had long disappeared and it was dark outside. I climbed in the back seat. He grabbed my hips and leaned me face down, with one knee on the seat the other on the floor, my face on the seat. I was panting, my hips were gyrating, I wanted his meat. He raised my skirt out of the way and felt his fat plump head enter my wet gash, spreading my inner tissue wide, I gasped and panted as he entered me, slowly. He then buried his fat cock in me. I gasped at.