Karen wasn't afraid of men, but she didn't lust after them. We talked about work, Darcy, the upcoming wedding, and the new house while we enjoyed our ...eal. We split a bottle of wine and I had a coffee to finish off the dinner. The drive home was short and uneventful.In the house, it had become a habit to play musical beds. When I came home from cards, I usually slept with Darcy, and we ended up having sex most nights and most mornings. While I was out, Karen would enter her bed and have fun. As she leans back against the table across from mine, her hands move down to her trimmed pussy. I leave my books and walk to her, resting against the table, watching her. She closes her eyes and slips a finger between her lips. It comes back noticeably wet. She offers it to me. I tenuously stick out my tongue and slowly lick her juices from her finger, my eyes never straying from hers. She gives me a slow mysterious smile and reaches out for me. As I feel her hands on my breasts I realize that. Her black lacy corset is half open on her back, with the ribbons torn and hanging off, swinging mid-air like pendulums. Her wrists are handcuffed to the end of the metal bedframe. There are fresh, red handprints on her buttocks.With every collision of their bodies, every thrust of his cock into her, she cries out, 'Don't stop! Harder! Fuck me harder! Pleeease!'She grasps the cold metal bar of the bedframe for support as her whole body is riding the ferocious waves. Her black curly hair being. ”That would mean a ride in that spaceship, and I think I would love that, she thought. “But I cannot, at least at the present time. I am working on the plans for my client’s new building,” she told Jeff.“And ... knowing you, you’re already well ahead of schedule, right?” Before she could answer, Jeff went on, “How long do you expect the project to take?”“Well, he is not asking for any major changes from the original building. He is basically just duplicating the facility, and there are no real.