" "No!" I pleaded desperately. I shifted my weight, lifting a foot to the sill, forcing my knee out at an angle. I squeezed my eyes shut, imagining wh...t I must look like, baring my secret place to the world. A tingle ran through me at my mental image of the filthy display. "Better," she said nonchalantly, as though what I were doing was commonplace. Nothing unusual, just a lonely, needy housewife showing her...cunt at the window... "Now spread it open. Show me your deepest desires." My hands. Starring beyond them but taking in their every movement.They're no longer young but not yet old. Perhaps there is a fleck or two of grey in his hair or maybe his hairline sat a little further down his forehead five years previous. Certainly, he plays sports; Sunday football, a little squash or some tennis in the summer, but the post match beer is getting harder to shift and the legs don't quite carry him around the court like they used to do.Likewise, she swapped her eye shadow for eye cream. "Fuck..." She moaned. "God... You cock feels so good... You're stretching my ass... Fuck me. Deep and hard," she begged as I started to fuck her ass. I started slow, taking in the tightness of her back entrance, living the way if gripped my cock as it moved through her passage. Jen adjusted her position and pulled Roxy's face back to her cunt. As I plowed her ass, Roxy buried two fingers in Jen's cunt."Mmm... Finger me, baby. Fuck my pussy with your fingers!" With every thrust of my raging cock. Was it her master? The footsteps moved around the main bedroom, her body twitched and shook, her tears falling to the floor as she whimpered crying out in pain. The footsteps moved behind her then stopped. She tried to talk, desperate to know what was happening but the tape over her mouth wouldn’t let her. She tried to keep still. She could hear him behind her, she looked down at the tiles now wet with her tears. She heard his deep satisfied breaths, his gentle moaning, his hand moving.