As a married man, I didn’t get any. So I joined all dating apps and websites.A few months later, I got a response from one website. Her name was Afr...en. She was the same age as me. She was married and was a Pakistani wife living in Canada.At first, we chatted casually. Soon, it moved to audio calls. We use to chat a lot and speak a lot. But she didn’t share her pic until that. I shared mine and she liked me. After a few weeks, Afreen shared her pic. She was 5 feet tall, slim and had a figure. We immediately grabbed a table and ordered drinks. Tammy was feeling good and looking better. She downed the drink and dragged me out on to the dance floor. In no time we were the center of attention as she dirty danced with me. She would rub her crotch on my thigh when I pulled her up against me. Her dress would crawl right up her ass and expose her lovely butt to the crowd. I was watching the expression of the other patrons and they were envious of me. I loved it. She continued and. When he slipped some fingers in, and licked my button at the same time, I howled, as the orgasm ripped through my entire body. Panting for breath, they pulled me onto the sofa. Roger pushed his fat cock into my pulsating fanny, stretching it, just like my wedding night. I wrapped my legs around his back, and met each of his thrusts with one of my own. Our bodies were squashed together, as I hung on while he fucked me. Within a couple of minutes, he was unloading his come into my belly, shaking. I'm sure her daughters have too. Why don't we see?"Beth and Ella started complaining at once. Freddie hefted his gun and pushed the barrel up under the hem of Alice's skirt, jamming it against her crotch. She gave a terrified squeal. "Not a good idea, girlies," said Freddie, "You wouldn't want Mummy to get hurt would you?" Then turning to me he said, "Undo their wrists, old man, but leave their gags on. Get them stripped down to their underwear." Carol and Alice were wriggling and grunting.