Isn’t that true?” She smiled. “Do you want to see them?”“Okay...” He paused, and swallowed. “Yes.”“And if I showed them to you, what...would you want to do then?”Again, he just stared. She pulled her T shirt up and off of her head. Reaching behind her, she undid her bra and shrugged it off, catching it in one hand as her breasts shimmied and shook. They looked like they enjoyed being free.“Now that you see them, what do you want to do next?”“I don’t know,” he growled, sounding a bit. Lying on her side, Rachel was so turned on by the scene and became aware of her breasts starting to be massaged and sucked, whilst fingers noisily slurped into her swollen cunt and arse making her even more slick and sopping, the smell of spunk and pussy juices filling the room.Roger slid out of Louise and Rachel buried her head between her thighs, sucking, licking and biting her pussy whilst drinking down the thick spunk and juices that ran out of her. Rachel was on her hands and knees and. And was my husband getting suspicious that something was up? Surely the way I ambushed him every night on the way in the door, ripped his clothes off, then screwed him silly on the couch struck him as a bit out of character for me. I vowed that playtime had to stop before it was too late.Unfortunately, my mind and my muff weren't on the same page.The downfall came after weeks of excitement and increasingly risky behavior. Our forty-one-story building is one of those new designs featuring an. His willie seemed huge, and as hard as a rock as he started to get very excited. He slapped me in the face with his rock hard willie and said “you like my cock don’t you slut boy?” I must have looked confused as I told him that I did not understand him. He proceeded to give me a break down of the names he used for various parts of my body, and his, and explained that whenever we were alone like this he would call me slut boy, and I was to call him Sir or master. Much of it still meant nothing.