Teeth sunk into his shoulder as she cried out into his skin, his body pressed tight to hers, hips the only movement, slow and strong strokes carrying ...im in and out of her. Arms and legs encircled him as she kissed him, her hips moving against him. Heat built slowly between them, the friction making her gasp and shudder. Eyes sealed shut as she focused on the feeling of him exiting and entering her, the girth of him spreading those walls in an excrutiatingly pleasurable pattern. Body clung to. We met for a drink at a hotel bar of her choosing. I would be lying if I said that I was not aware that being at a hotel bar made it kind of obvious what she wanted. I am greeted by the same woman at the bar only now she is wearing a sexy black dress. She is brunette, around 5' 7", maybe 120lbs, with a beautiful face, fantastic body, and clearly enhanced breasts that look great in her outfit. She definitely came with the intention of seduction. After a drink or two, I ask her what it is that. Even with the fire roaring, I feel the coldness of his absence. I try to focus on the sounds of the fire, willing its warmth to fill me until my master returns. A gentle hand returns to my hip, steadying me. I breathe a soft sigh, reveling in his touch.“Now that our tree is lit and has beautiful beads of rope,” my master announces, the pride booming in his voice, “it’s now time for the ornaments.”Confusion grips me but it is short lived. Searing heat flashes across my skin, rolling along the. "Terry I want you to meet Roger. Roger this Terry, my cuckold husband. You've seen each other before but were never formally introduced."I was peeved at the no hug and kiss thing and the cuckold husband comment but held my tongue. I had promise to be civil, of sorts."Hi Terry, nice to meet you." Roger held his hand out.I ignored it.Roger, my name is Mr. Wilkinson or Terrance, only Clarissa, friends and family call me Terry." TERRY!" How could you?"Roger turned towards Clarissa and held his hand.