"Ah. Did his wife join you at the bar?" he inquired."Don't be silly," Sarah said with a laugh, "He's not married!" Really? My, what a surprise," Mark ...emarked with a grimace that went unnoticed by Sarah. "Was it Phillip who suggested to you that I might one day rise to the level of a wage slave, if only I went to college?"Sarah frowned thinking about Mark's remark."Oh no. I thought of that myself. But we had been talking about your job and how you hadn't gone to school. You know..." her. She knows that this was for her, that we’ll both suffer a bit for it, but at least we’re fighting back.Together.The next night is Chicken Parmesan.I chose it on purpose because it rivets me to the stove for much of the evening. And the Bitch is a little wary of fucking with me in the kitchen now. She knows it can get her burned.She sits there watching me like a hawk. We’ll be here for a while; the sauce is complicated, all fire roasted tomatoes, sun-dried tomato puree, diced vegetables, and. The dildo was still jutting three inches out of me, it was enormous! But my cunt was aching with the pleasure of having it rammed deep into me. I looked straight into Phil's face, which was flushed red with horniness."Put it all into me," I panted. "And then I want you to fuck me with it."I sank slowly back down onto the couch, getting spread-eagled so I was totally vulnerable to Phil and the leather shaft of that wonderful cock. I closed my eyes just as Phil reached under me to take hold of my. I wanted to orgasm with his cock inside me.Keeping Frank on his back, I straddled his body and took the head of his cock into my cum-slickened cunt again. I hovered over him with the palms of my hands pressing against his chest, and just the head of his cock inside me.“Do you like my pussy, Frank?” I asked as I felt my power over him.“Yes, baby, ever since I fucked you in my office,” he said with sweat beading on his forehead.“Do you want more of my pussy?”“Yes, baby, give it to me,” he.