My hips repeatedly slap against her peachy arse. The rutting sounds echo off the bathroom walls. A lascivious counterpoint to her mistress’s smoking...prattle.“You need Mistress’s permission to touch your clit?” I ask, relentlessly impaling her squelching folds with my thick girlcock. Using her to shape my orgasm.She nods, agreeing. But her aroma of needy arousal is now tinged with the erotic miasma of wanton duplicity.“A good girl should spank her clit for me.”No hesitation, her fingers slap her. “Let’s dance, Dawnie,” she said pulling her towards her body.The two began to dance, with each song, they moved closer and closer. Soon their bodies were almost touching.Willow joined in, and the three continued to dance together, looking into each other’s eyes as they smiled.* * *Whilst all this was going on at the Summers’ house, Giles was placing yet another call to Buffy.No answer again, where was she?He had to get in touch with her. He knew what was causing the weakness now. He actually. One weekend, on a business trip sitting by the pool at my hotel, an attractive blonde was dancing on the deck drawing attention to herself. Needless to say I started getting hard, watching her dance along the pool. I managed to take a few secret pictures of her as I rub the outside of my swimming trunks. I’m a happily married man with k**s but the thought of how much I would love to fuck her I was running through my mind. Just bend her over and fuck the shit out of her. My dick was getting hard. ” I replied, “no Jennifer this morning Shaun?”“She should be down soon; I think she drank to much last night.” He replied. I almost spat my coffee out as I recalled how much cum she had guzzled down. “You alright?”“Yes, it just went down the wrong hole, what’s good to eat then?” I asked which changed the conversation to food. We started eating breakfast, 10 minutes later Jennifer walked into the dining area. She was dressed in jogger bottoms and a hoody and looked a little ruff. She was walking.