No reason for me to be a nice guy if you don't do your part, whore-slut. Now start sucking."I peeked in the room and there was my wife on her knees in...front of this huge monster of a man. Hell he must have weighed three hundred pounds. Ugly as sin, with a badly pock marked and scarred face. He had his pants and skivvies down around his ankles, and he was pouring more wine into the glass in his hand. The bottle was now about half empty. The second glass was still on the bedside table and it. There’s tennis on the TV and I watch extremely fit young women sweat, yelp and groan whilst arching their fit bodies. Occasionally the camera lingers a little too long and a teasing glimpse of lycra clad arse or, better yet, pussy mound flashes onto the screen before an overly precious producer changes camera. I feel my cock thickening and I know what will have to happen. I drink in images of tightly held boobs that still bounce with the effort of play. I note the rise of nipple beneath the. I went around the woods gathering little twigs and branches; I piled them all up in teepee style. I then went and gathered a handful of stones to put around the fire. Once I had gathered the stones I grabbed one of the bandages and put it inside the stick teepee, I took out my lighter and lit the bandages, after only about 5 minute the fire was raging. I looked down at Jackie and saw that she was shivering from the cold I had completely forgot to cover her back up. I went over to the pile of. How about a manicure?"I let her guide me into position and shrugged mentally. "Okay."She was wearing a white short-sleeved beautician's uniform and, ifanything, looked more beautiful than she had the night before, her hairtied up in a flamboyant bun.She did the prep work then set to task on my right hand."So, are you local?" she asked.I nodded then realised she hadn't seen me do it because she wasconcentrating on my nails. "Yes. Sort of. I used to be. And then I movedhere again recently." I'm.