Stephanie instinctively started to push me away, but immediately got control of herself and tried to relax. It wasn’t easy. I fucked her throat stea...ily, imagining another man right there, in my bedroom, doing the same thing. And she probably loved it!, I thought. She was happy to let him fuck her face and cum down her throat! Fucking, fucking traitorous bitch!!Stephanie squirmed and fought to hold still. Tears streamed from her eyes and ran into her hair. She gripped the bedspread with both. “Holy smokes, why did you do that?” I asked her now.“To make You less recognizable, stud! Can’t make it easy for the wife to find You, can we now? Besides, as much as I like Your facial hair, this is an excuse to pamper You, to wait on You hand and foot! I’m gonna love doing that this week! As much as I can, babe, I’m Your personal valet, Your body servant, if You will. You’re like that guy from the Spartacus movie, with all of his staff being ladies ... except that I’m not a chattel slave. I’m. He’d put his hand on my hip and slide my bottom over to him. I remember feeling his cock against my back. He’d slowly grind against me while he worked my panties down and rub my pussy. Eventually he’d grab my hair and pull the rest of my body close to him. He enjoyed talking in my ear as he had me. Before he started the whispers, he’d make me cum, typically 2-3 times. He’d whisper what a good girl I am and how much I love what he does to me and that my orgasms were proof of it. Followed by what. I lean over your back and whisper in your ear, “That is for leaving the window open enough for people to get in," continuing I say, "I trust you have learned your lesson, and you are sorry?" all this while I reach under and fondle those lovely full breasts.You try to answer, but can only moan and gurgle, I take that as thanks and apology, and standing again with my cock still at full stretch, I switch back to the cat, as I never really wanted to hurt you.As I once more caress your bum with the.