I absolutely felt like I messed it up because I was not completely prepared. The next time we did it, I was more ready, and it was easier between us. ...Were we measuring each other for passion?) I knew that I wanted to kiss her more. Throughout January she was frustrated about not having work, and about being rejected repeatedly by otherwise great opportunities she would have been hired for. Much of our conversations revolved around those hard rejections. In early February she became very. I felt so ashamed.How could he treat me like this, I thought, but my place now was not acarefree teenage boy, I was a meek obedient trophy wife and wasexpected to act as one. But now I also knew I needed to keep him interested. I needed him tofuck me. "Do you want me to go and slip into something sexy for you?" Iasked, the feelings of shame I felt were second only to the feeling ofhorniness that was getting worse all the time. "I think you are sexy asyou are," Allen replied with a mischievous. He manouvered her off the bed while Del held her head on his cock, stood behind her and pressed his cock into her pussy from behind. Fiona was LOVING all this! She was now sucking on Del’s cock for all she was worth, gagging every time it touched the back of her throat, and writhing on Tom’s cock as he thrust in and out – she didn’t care about the handcuffs now and, in fact, I could see she was really enjoying it!!‘That’s a good blonde bitch!’ said Del as he finally withdrew his cock from her. He held her head between his hands and shoved his tongue in her mouth.Then he pulled her by her hair and she seemed a bit surprised, he looked into her eyes and mouthed something to her. She didn’t react but the surprise vanished from her face and again, holding her by her hair he brought her face to his mouth and they started kissing again. He let go of her hair and his hands headed back to her ass. They passed over her butt and moved a bit lower. They lingered over her thighs just for a.