‘You want me as your mistress.’ ‘I want you as long as we share this passion for each other, cara.’ He kissed her shoulder. ‘And pray, sir,...what shall I tell my father and sister? That I’ve taken a lover but have no intention of marrying him?’ Ah, yes, there was the matter of her family. He’d been so obsessed about getting Emma to be his that he’d completely forgotten that she was a well-bred young lady. She reached over and traced a long slender finger over her face. The action tugged at his. I would never go so far as to say I was fat, but I'm definitely on the curvy side.So, with my hair braided so it didn't frizz everywhere, my DDD's encased in a sports bra that gave support and comfort without that nasty wire that jabs you at every opportunity, my hips and butt tucked into a pair of not totally unsexy underpants (Remember Bridget Jones Diary? NOT the granny pants!) and the whole lot covered with a light but hopefully attractive emerald green summer dress, I took a taxi from my. I felt truly invaded and exhausted by the time the other one in front hadshot his thick long stream of cum into my cunt I wanted to cry to scream outat this injustice that was being done but my fear for my husband preventedme in doing so and I just watched as the last man climbed on top of me andstarted fucking my sore sticky pussy he was cruel and enjoyed slapping me everynow and again while the man beneath me fondled my breasts and moaned in ecstasyas he finally came to orgasm and once again. He ordered 4 boxes of items and said he'd be back at the end of the show to pick them up.Towards the end of the afternoon traffic to her stand was slowing up so Debbie said she may as well go. She was just about to leave when John came back to collect his boxes. "Could you give me a hand with these? My van's in the car park" he said. "OK, my car's there too" she said, grabbing her small shoulder bag and waving goodbye to her friend.On the way to the car park she was aware than her dress was.