I closed the door as she pulled of her nightie and stood naked. I could only see the silhouette. I removed my shorts and was also naked. I had to bend...to kiss her. She was a master in that. She kept her hands on my cock and said. This is like a piston; my husband’s is not this long and thick. She was moving the covering up and down. She knelt down and took it in her mouth; her tongue was doing an expert job. She had lubricated it well. I made her lie on the dining table and then lifted one leg. Then, like she would always do, she feigned feeling bad and apologized."I'm sorry," she said in her baby-talk voice, she gently rubbed his thigh and kissed his cheek," I just had a bad day, hon."He had been through the ringer so many times... he was unfazed as he thought to himself "bad day, huh? you ain't seen nothing yet!"But, alas, as usual at the club she paid enough attention to him and danced with him enough to keep him obedient, his idea to plan revenge was placed on back burner as the. The moment I finished, I looked up. I could see Jeremy had his best time. He was so relieved. He looked at me and smiled. "Amy, you were right. This is so much better than masturbation. But you did not do a good job. Some of cum is still leaking from your mouth. I realized he was saying the truth. He had cummed so much that it was difficult for me to swallow everything and thus some of it had dropped from my face to my neck and was now flowing into my cleavage. I tried to wipe it from my hands. She ran the bar over her body and closed her eyes, before long she started to imagine that as her hands roamed her body they weren’t her hands.“Hmmmm ... Michael,” she moaned before her eyes snapped open. “Bad girl,” she chastised herself before rinsing off the soap and the shampoo from her hair.Quickly Maria dried herself off before putting her robe back on. She sat at her desk, switched on her hairdryer. When she was done, Maria dressed and headed out to get breakfast. She needed to speak to.