I let out a whimper, but did as told, telling him that I wanted to be his slut bitch and would he please fuck me. He slapped my ass a few more times,...telling me that I was a worthless bitch, but he would show me what a worthless bitch gets. With that, I felt a cold and wet sensation hit my man-pussy and then a finger roughly violate me, pushing the lube in me, which made me know I was soon going to be fucked by this stranger. I then felt another finger start to go in, which hurt a bit, but. .." Thirty minutes?!" Beth said surprised."Yes dear. That the average time we..." at this point my wife blushed. "Yes. Thirty minutes. Don't you think so dear?" she asked me."Oh. I don't know." No, I didn't think you would. It was a rhetorical question."Sometimes I suspect that she thinks that I'm a little, well week in the head. But let me assure you I am not. It's just that I never seems to know what she talks about."But - but I thought we could do it, well, just for a few minutes. I don't. She moaned in delight as she began to suck on me with all her might, also massaging my shaft with her tongue, and while she did that I held onto her head with my hands, and began to thrust myself on her, fucking her mouth like as if it was her juicy pussy instead.No matter how hard I was thrusting, it didn't faze her at all, she just took it all and was sucking like a true pro, I moaned aloud in pleasure as did she.She was so good at it, that within a few minutes I felt that awesome pleasure. I need it now.’ But my pace was steady. And you were rising – rising like I wanted you to. ‘Hush, Kitten. You’re not ready yet.’ You felt my pace slow – it was excruciating. You felt me lift, my cock remaining deep inside you. You felt my fingers massaging something wet on the base of your spine. You recognized the fragrance – it was the same oil you had experienced in your playroom. You felt me applying more oil – up your spine – the top of your head – on your forehead – and around your.