‘It’s yours.’ I came back by suckling her chiseled chin. ‘It’s always been yours.’ Another raspy groan exited as I tightened my legs aroun... that handsome waist, hungrily knawing her jaw and chin in with savage determination. Cindi kneaded my cheeks apart and together several times as she carried me from the inspection area. All worries or fears vanished as we made our way to a more intimate area of the dark warehouse. Her idea of ‘intimate’ took something to get used to however… she carried me. Wanda had a small but regular list of men that were vaginal visitors before or during the time she dated Bobby. They ranged from her girlfriend’s teenage son to a man her grandfather’s age. She brought them along into her wedded state and a few of Bobby’s friends and family were added over time. The half-dozen who each got to pump her pussy put plenty of mileage on that pleasure place but that only kept it in prime shape for her husband. Sunday was only for Bobby, she decided, to make some time. While reaching for her phone she noticed the towel was very wet under her. Looking at her phone she saw a text message had just come in from her husband. “How’s it going?” the message read. “Enjoying your day off bad girl?” it continued. She wondered if he had a hidden camera or some other way of knowing what she was up too. She sent a short reply message saying everything was going good and that she was looking forward to seeing him after work. As she placed her phone back on the nightstand,. . impatient." He looked at me and shrugged. "I'm last." I get today." Ivan said gleefully. "But it has to be after lunch, because you have a dinner tonight."After lunch would mean rushing home after golf and I'd rather smooze a bit at the club. At lot of my old contact were there and face time never hurt. "I don't want to be rushed. Let's make it tomorrow night." Tomorrow!" Ivan and Yann were both outraged.I shrugged. "You don't want to do tonight, I don't want to do this afternoon." You've got.