She had dreamed of being a slut. She wanted to be a rich slut. I wanted her to be one, too. Every horny guy needs a rich slut. “Now, Sushila..!” I...exclaimed. “Suck it hard! Oh, damn! Suck it!” Sushila moaned softly as she pressed her lips around my prick. She started sucking harder, running her tongue around the tip. As she sucked, I felt my cock ejecting a little pre-cum. She slurped it up and begged for more by licking me harder. “You like the way that tastes?” I asked her softly.She paused,. I processed everyone's deposits from the other sites, put on bright red lipstick and sealing lip gloss and diddled myself waiting for Raffy and his hot Latino body. I was so very nervous I though I was going to pass out. The door opened and in popped Janet with her money for a banquet we catered. Forgot all about this. But Raffy hadn't called so I tried to process things and get her on her way. She produced an open bottle of wine left over from the catering and said "care for a mood relaxer. "Perhaps I can convince him otherwise," he mused in a tone that Kathia did not like.She shook her head, dismissing the tone. She adored this man, there was nothing wrong with his tone, something inside of her told her.He smiled at her briefly and gave her a kiss. The passion in his kiss helped her feel a bit better, but it left her wanting more. His lips left hers and then he simply turned and started walking back the way they had come, silently fading into the night.She watched him leave, then. He was dressed in a Robin Hood outfit and a black eye mask slanted across his otherwise exposed face. Yes, there was no doubt about it. It was Kent's body, and Kent's mouth pressing against the woman's lips. After three years of marriage she would recognize him under any circumstances. Bob sensed her sudden tensing and slipped his arm across her waist as she sat up and leaned forward on the couch. She made no move to resist. The shock of suddenly recognizing her husband, Kent's, form made her.