JamesI roll over and sit up. The clock shows it to be about the time for Anna to wake up. I feel somewhat bushed from my nocturnal activities. I know ...hat if I had something to look forward to today that I would be feeling a lot more energetic. My wife is laying there still in bed unlike most mornings when she is out. I walk around the end of the bed and sit on her side. She opens her eyes and looks at me blearily. She gives me a weak smile. I smile back and reach out and touch her forehead.. The water continues to cascade down around us, and before I know it, he has three fingers in my pussy, fingering me hard and deep again. His other hand is on my tits, pinching my nipples, as he sucks and bites them. His thumb rubs my clit, as he finger fucks me hard. I feel myself getting close to orgasm yet again.My pussy starts its familiar tightening, and then he gets down and sucks on my clit, as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of my pussy. He definitely knows how to work me!. A little thin perhaps, like the rest of her, but her eyes were large even if her lips weren't at all prominent. Her lank fair hair fell onto her shoulders, even more lank than usual as it was still damp from her bath. She was slim. Her breasts and hips had never really blossomed with adulthood quite as much as some girls at the Brothel: certainly not as much as Binta's.How would she compare with a Beta Plus like Binta? She was sure she could never be considered more attractive, although much of. Master pulled his cock from my mouth with an audible pop and proceeded to wipe it clean on my face and in my hair.He got up from the table and pulled on his sweats. He reminded me of my duties and left without another word. How long I knelt there under the table sobbing I’ll never know. Eventually I pulled myself to my feet and tried desperately to find something to do that would take my mind off the upcoming horror and the unbearable knowledge that my wife had cheated on me. I mean what was.