He demanded of her the white shirt, and her fingers came to her shoulders, and pushed her shirt off of her shoulders, and she felt it fall to the floo.... His hands held her breasts and demanded that she unfasten her bra, and her fingers came to the clasp between the cups and freed the clasp. Then his fingers, that were her fingers, parted the cups and exposed her breasts to his sight. She could feel him standing behind her, feel him pressing his body against her body. She could. “When I am ready,” Kiffi was now saying, “when my dick is ready again, you can earn the privilege of sucking it. You hear me, my girl? You hear me? Turn around and see me.”Lotte turned around, to see Kiffi sprawled on the sofa, his big belly and thick legs massed onto the barely adequate sofa, his shirt showing the faint outline of man-boobs, and the light from the lamp on a nearby table showing the wrinkles of his sixty-year-old face.“See me, girl,” he reiterated. “I own you now. I paid. I craved his cock at that point. “Beg me bitch. Beg me to fuck you. Tell me I am the best fuck you ever had. Tell me, Jake is the worst fuck you ever had.” He took off his belt and started slapping it harder against my already burning ass. My screams echoed through the bedroom, but my fingers had found my pussy and I was rubbing it. I was so hot for him. This was the strong lover I had fallen in love with. He hadn’t been this passionate about anything in a while. “Oh God, You are the best. I am happily married and I kind of regretted the first affair, but I’m still a man and a wet pussy is hard to pass up. I relented and set up a time to “drop by” her house in the country. Fucking a guy’s wife is a dangerous proposition. I loaded my Ruger Vaquero .45 and tucked it in my belt, hoping that a big ass shiny gun would scare somebody before I had to shoot ‘em. The whole way there I felt a little sick to my stomach but when my tires hit the gravel driveway I started to get hard. I.