She had seen them look at her, at all of her, she had stopped considering herself an object of desire long ago. Whatever desires her husband had for h...r had died after the birth of their children. With an heir assured, her usefulness expired and her desire and love were left to wither. She felt a twinge of excitement as his eyes roamed across her form mixed with the tin taste of fear, she would be unable to resist this man should he desire more than to look upon her and take her possessions. . Opening the door to the bedroom he followed me in and put his magazines on the floor, as I sat on the bed he sat next to me. I undid my robe and took it off and as I sat there he looked me in the eye.His hand roamed over my undies as he kept constant eye contact with me, as soon as he touched me, I closed my eyes and sighed. He stood up and knelt down in front of me, I opened my legs as he ran his tongue up the inside of my thighs. When he got to my cock I was rock hard and straining in my. Her dildo was left dripping with her love juice after her orgasm. She was really horny and very desperate for real cock. If only her husband would come home and fuck her deep and hard like he used too.Something was really wrong, he was neglecting her. They hadn’t had sex in over a month. She was desperate. Maybe he was cheating on her with a sexy young intern or secretary? The idea that he was fucking someone else and not her was something she wouldn’t allow.Looking at herself in the mirror. It's a sterling silver ring with a large baby blue stone in atall setting, which I slipped onto my ring finger. I call it a "slave"ring because, for one, it looks like a wedding ring so it constantlymakes me look and feel like there was a man somewhere legally making mehis wife (and besides, I have seen for myself where single women willwear a wedding ring so that men will leave them alone), and for another,I don't understand the physics of what makes it happen, but the ring iseasy to slip on.