Moaning quietly my hands start to roam her still wonderful body and I feel myself stir thinking that the night was not a complete loss. Just as things...start to heat up we begin to hear noises coming from the guest bedroom and of course my wife jumped up to check on our sick houseguest, leaving me there horny, hot and groaning in frustration.Rebecca was whining and complaining about wearing panties and a bra to bed, luckily my wife and her are of similar size and we were able to find a shorts. I slide my hand down from my hair to my neck, down to my cleavage, an I push the side of my wrap around dress over my left breast, exposing my whole tit and nipple to the cool air. Immediately, the cold and the excitement harden my nipple and it stands there, erect, for him to see. His face is shock and awe. He definitely likes the sight. He puts down his newspaper and now he never looks away from me. I smile at him again, but he's not watching my face. His focus is on my hand, the one that's. ‘For our private collection,’ Michael whispered in my ear, holding me steady against him in case I tried to pull away. ‘Our eyes only.’ That panic that had begun to rise inside me settled as I realised they had more reason to keep the photographs out of the public domain than me. Should this liaison ever be discovered, his political career would be in ruins and, worse still, he would be disgraced. ‘Why don’t you undress for her,’ he continued, easing his hold on me when he felt me relax against. She wasn't completely right, when we first started dating. I thought she was the fun kind of crazy but soon found out that she was the stupid crazy. The only upside was the sex. She was a natural submissive in the bedroom, or the car, or the park, or anywhere else where they could find a few minutes to get dirty. When horny or playful she was under orders to answer me with honesty and finish it with sir, master, or Mr. if they were role playing. After breaking up I'd dated a few girls, but none.