"Down, down down. When I say, go down, I want it down". Her voice demanding, and her posture riles up, her arse burying my face and thighs then muff...e ears, I doing all I can to prevent my erection, lost in her world, completely hers. The pulsing of the butt plug has almost set in, to become like a part of my breathing, but now I am stifled and I clench my arse, the attempt and becoming soft again feels like a physical impossibility. In fact I feel like I am about to cum. As Mistress J. He slapped my tits and pulled my fat, distended nipples with relative force; my eyes widened and I gave a small muffled sigh. When he took one breast to his mouth to suck and bite it, I rolled my hips, grinding into his pelvis; trying to seduce him to fuck my dripping cunt with his cock. Intently looking into my eyes, he grinned, and then dipped his fingers in my silken folds with his right hand while his left arm curved around my waist drawing me in close to his hard shaft. He explored and. He’d fuck every day if he had his way. Now I don’t have to feel guilty that his needs aren’t being met.”“And these women’s husbands actually want to see your husband fuck their wives?” woman number one asked, dumbfounded at the whole idea of this.“Apparently so,” the second woman replied. “I guess it takes all kinds. All I know is, things are better at home because he’s happy and I am happy. We still have great sex once a week and he’s not screwing around wining and dining some little slut to. Eli straightened in his seat, driving the memories back into the darkness of his soul. He saw the people that he had seen in the Dream. He reached out with his mind to assess the best way to kill them. "The men will be easy," he thought to himself as he identified who would be driving. He slowly insinuated himself into his mind. Eli's mind touched the black woman and shrugged her off as unimportant. He touched the Indian bitch's mind and jerked back. She had power. She didn't have a lot to use.