I've have bought a denim miniskirt and sexy top. I want you to prepare my body to be fucked by another man". BANG! My cock nearly exploded in my pants...- here was my demure sexy wife, offering to meet my wildest sex fantasy. I couldn't deny to her it was (one) of my desires. Getting out of the bath she smelt a million dollars. Going into the bedroom she laid down, downed her second glass of wine and poured a third. Handing me her electric razor she said "shave me". I gave her a fantastic. . well, like a Judge. None of them saw anything, so Stern could justify keeping them from the police. After all, the cops would ask silly questions the firm would not want answered, starting with “What do you do here?” and “Whose knees were you kneeling between?” Their contracts said that they modeled but since they worked naked, from their knees, with lawyer cocks in their mouths, by law they were prostitutes.This would be very embarrassing to all concerned. Also a distraction. So we avoided. They were a translucent blue, nearly half again as large as those of my fairy benefactress."Yes, very proud." A slight catch in her voice, Debranella said, "You look . . . just like her."I understood now why she had seen so clearly inside me. Her instincts . . . her insights . . . all the things she knew about my mother - it all made sense now. Reluctantly, I turned away from my reflection and took her delicate hands in mine. To my surprise, she was trembling."You loved her very much, didn't. "Betty couldn't wait anymore. Mere seconds after stretching out on the blanket, she dipped her finger deep into herself as she imagined the days yet to come. She imagined being forced to expose herself like she almost did in the store. She imagined being forced to have sex with strange people for Sarah's entertainment. And best of all, she imagined having to spend hours licking Sarah's perfect pussy.Instantly overcome, Betty quickly turned her head and grabbed the blanket in her mouth as one of.