Christ I nearly choked on my bourbon, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off her, she was fuckin’ something else, and I realised I had half a boner just ...atching her strut her stuff on the catwalk.She was supremely confident in herself, you could feel it coming from her as she pouted and danced, exposing all her luscious curves, tossing her long blonde curls, a cheeky smile lighting up her lovely features. Suddenly she was gone, replaced by a bouncing ebony beauty in a white lace jumpsuit, with. " Oh, Brock, maybe I'd better start with telling you about how I was brought up. Um, I'm sure it was unconventional but I was brought up by parents who were very open about sex and sexuality. I was not only told about masturbation when I was, oh, six or seven, I was encouraged to develop my sexual side. By ten, I had several vibrators and was quite expert at getting myself off." Well, I guess this does happen," I told her."Indeed, it did to me. My parents never closed their door and I learned. "Thank you, Mistress Jill." Ooh I like that. Mistress Jill indeed. Now keep licking." I felt her move her feet apart."Now, little bitch, fuck me with your thumb." I jammed it in her. I was licking a woman's ass and liking it. It made me excited and humiliated at the same time. Mom would have a conniption if she found out. I heard the camera shutter clicking. At least I had a blindfold on.It was as if she read my mind. "Boys, I want to see her face when I look at those pictures."Ben said, "Hey. The effect to my senses was a shock, like a hard drug. It's a sensual addiction that is hard to match; the thought of my wife's vagina entered by the penis of another man. The thought of her slipping off her panties, opening herself and submitting to an adulterous act of intercourse was enthralling.It all came head one morning when Tom was sitting with me at the kitchen table. We finished our coffee and he was just about to leave. Priss thought he was already gone and she walked into the.