I was bending even more than usual at the waist and my cock my nearly corkscrewing into her. Her hips started to lower quickly, almost collapsing, and...I helped guide her down. I looked at the side of her face, as she now pressed her head against the bed and let herself go for it. The tip of her tongue, which had caused me such delights, was between her lips and it looked like she was sucking it harder than she sucked my dick. Her cheeks were entirely flushed. It looked a little like her. It's a way of life. Anything else almost feels like... a betrayal.” She lifted her empty bottle and motioned to their server, indicating she should bring another.“If it's that important to you, why not use Fetlife or S&M personals? There's no point fishing in the big pond when it keeps disappointing you.”“No--” she insisted. “Scrolling through guys who just want me because I'm a top is an even bigger waste of time. When I find the right man, he won't know he's a submissive yet. Not until he. I decided itd be better to not mention how I snuck out and moved on, placing mommy and daddy's toys aside. I grabbed the first titled box and examined it. I had already looked over this box containing 'Debby does Dallas' before but I took extra long to not give it away. I noticed how much more graphic the pictures were on the back this time. Several screenshots graced the box. One showed a cheerleader on all fours surrounded by cocks. I set it aside and grabbed another.This one had a. I was ruined for the night!My wife was hell-bent on keeping my attention, and making sure I was up for her at night's end. She continually played up to me, placing my hand on her nylon covered thigh, (high up), kissing me, etc. I could tell Deb was not impressed! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I'd have to ply the wife with alcohol, because it usually puts her out like a light. I also noticed that Debbie's husband was drinking more than usual.I got one chance to dance with Debbie.