Swigged down some juice and took the tall bottle with me. I walked over to the pool house, looked through the open door to the large lounge suite wher... Chelsea was face down with her ass in the air. A big dildo in her pussy and butt plug in her asshole. On her forehead written in red lipstick the word S L U T . "Come here Mother Fucker !" She whimpered. "Your slut needs to be restrained and punished" On the floor was a medium size travel case spread open, it's contents spilling over. I selected. “Do you think Steve’s still in love with you?” I asked tentatively.“It’s a funny way of showing it if he is,” she replied.That might be true, I thought, but stranger things had happened. Besides, from what I had seen it didn’t seem in character for Steve to deliberately hurt Izzy. I had always thought he was very much in love with her; I couldn’t imagine him doing something as vicious as this even though she was the one who had cheated. But then I had thought Izzy loved him too and look what. " Fuck..." The pain got worse. It was like the first time I forced my monster cock into Meredith's tight pussy. This time it was natural; my dick wanted more than a hand and a stupid fantasy, and as I turn my head again and glare at Meredith, I knew what I had to do.I slip closer quietly. She didn't move. Her curved back pressed to my chest again as I press my groin in between her legs, my hard cock resting on her soft, warm thighs. I feel now she was sweating too; it was lightly moist here and. Somehow the whole incident had stirred my emotions like nothing before. To merely be admitted into the presence of a woman like Mrs. Crawford had been overwhelmingly erotic. I relived the scene countless times, as I wanked off.Jennifer continued to call on my services, as though nothing whatever had occurred. The incident was not mentioned. If anything, she was rather more pleasant towards me.Meanwhile, with strict diet and exercise, my wife’s figure was now unrecognizable. I felt sure that her.