I generally had to rub against a side of her pussy to feel anything. Cum would be everywhere; in her hair on her panties, on her clothes, leaking fro... her snatch and ass. I loved being married to a whore.Ever the curvy woman, she loved to show off. Having lost weight, she maintained a round ass (cottage cheese free thank you very much) and huge tits (44 GGG's, back breakers). We had spent plenty of money on new clothes. Tonight's attire consisted of a pink shirt that zipped up. It was. "I know it is," said Anne. "Now, I just need to have a wash and put someother clothes on. I'll be back in a short while."While they waited for her, they continued to watch the DVD.When she did come back downstairs, she went to the kitchen first. Herreason for doing so became apparent when she came back into the livingroom. She was carrying a cake."To Jessica, a beautiful girl," read Jessica, as she looked at thewriting on it."That is what you are, and have always been," said Anne. "I just wish. Then Cecilia backed off, gliding her fingers down the outside of my labia, lower towards my butthole. I was so wet everywhere that they slid freely. For an instant I was disappointed. Then she started again and I felt the orgasm building slowly once more. This time my breathing was more out of control, the rising and falling off my chest flowing with a quiet desperation to climax. Her finger circling motion seemed to lift me above the level of orgasm and my hips moved with her. She was holding. I requested a room for my postulant from Lord Grant, and he reacted as if I'd asked to take his manservant with me to bed. I glanced at Megan and her expression had settled into her new 'everything is beneath me' look. When he opened his mouth to deny my simple request, I snapped."I don't care if you have to sleep in the streets with your slaves! My postulant is to have her own room. Not one with your servants. Her. Own. Room," I stated with my eyes boring into his. I wanted to make sure that.