I need you to do it." A simple ummhmm was all I got back. The truth was that I was loving her hands on me. I loved the fact that I couldn't do anyt...ing back. I felt like it was foreplay that I wanted to keep going. Whether she knew this or not she did dress me. She hooked a lacy C cup bra around me and stuffed it hand towels. Then she put a tight black v cut shirt on my chest. It was low enough to come off of my body enough to give the illusion of tits and cleavage, but not so low that. Before with a sinking feeling in my heart, I heard it go to voicemail.‘Hi, this is Jill. I’m afraid I can’t come to the phone right now. If you’d like to leave your name, number, and a message, then I’ll call you right back as soon as I can. Thanks for calling.”My gut felt like it was right down in my boots, my heart aching and painful from the reality that my wife was ignoring me. Maybe only temporary, but it hurt like hell and felt as bad as if it was permanent. Her new man still on the top. It would have been awesome if i'd fucked my boyfriend afterwards and he'd noticed i'd been stretched by a massive cock. I cheated on that boyfreind again, when the couple moved out and two new guys moved into the room next door. I had already told my boyfreind i wanted to split up with him, now before we got together i told him everything about my past because i thought it was the right thing to do. now he decided he was going to use my honestly against me and tell my family things i had told. ” Said Mrs. Sparks on the phone in a seductive voice, filled with passion. “Hello Mrs. Sparks, how are—“ “Robert, how many times have I told you…” Said Mrs. Sparks, cutting me off, “Call me Linda, I know you make it sound sexy, but it only makes me horny.” “Oh, sorry about that Linda.” “Just remember Robert.” She said before pausing, leaving a few seconds of silence before she continued, “So do you have the sandwiches?” “Right here,” I said, picking the bag up and showing it through my car.