The feeling of his erection inside of me was amazing and as my climax began to subside, I ground my pussy up against him, enjoying the little firework... that continued to explode in me. As I opened my eyes and looked up at him, I noticed the strangest smile on his face. As he looked down at me, he whispered " You like that baby? You like to get fucked like a little bitch? Good because we are far from done." He lifted up, pulling out of me despite my protests. "Roll over and get up on your knees. ”“Oh, I intend to! Love you too. I’ll call you later.” We disconnected. I knew the next time I talked to my wife, she’d officially be a prostitute.I went out and bought Chicken McNuggets for dinner, brought them home and sat watching more episodes of The Office. They’re always good to take my mind off of what my wife might be doing. In one of the episodes I watched that night, Dwight had purchased the building where the Dunder Mifflin paper company was located and made some “economies” to save. Hey, did you check, Rose?" No," Rose replied. "I just figured I'd beat the shit outta her if she was lying." Check her," Dean said, "and don't break it. We don't get many virgins in this line of work."He laughed again, and leaned on the table, watching Gillian's mouth sink down on the cook's stiff boner.Gillian sucked at the cook's stiff cock, feeling it run to the back of her mouth; thrusting hard, making her gag. She moaned, trying to keep her arms up to take the pressure off her neck, while. ”“Go to hell!” A harsh kiss was placed on me lips as I treated to fight him. He bite my lip making me jump back and he had a wicked smile on his lips. “I was going to treat you like a good girl but now you will be treated like a dirty slut.” He roughly pushed me to the floor. I treated to crawl away but he was to fast. Snatching my ankle, he pull me over to the kitchen table. Tears started to form as I kicked out but he just laughed. “Don’t start crying now, Whore. We are just starting.” “No!.