I contacted him and convinced him to stop messaging me, telling him it was a one off mistake. I could only hope he would be as good as his word and no... contact me again.Two months passed and my husband didn't suspect anything, or at least never shared any suspicions with me. I felt somewhat glad to be back to my old boring routine but at the same time I felt like my eyes had been opened to what I missed out on by marrying so young. I decided the best thing I could do was take my mind off it and. This isn’t to say she didn’t try to escape though, but after several attempts shed rubbed her wrists rather raw because of the hemp rope and its tightness. She never gave up. Or so she thought but moments into her doomed and humiliating state, she gave up, weeping to herself, shutting up each time a new person entered into the boys room. What had she done? Why was she allowing this torture to continue? If only she came clean…. Never, how could she? She was a role model, she couldn’t let down. They got into a heated embrace that wound up with Laura pushing Cindee back onto the bed and mounting her, sliding her cock into Cindee’s waiting pussy. After a few minutes of this Laura looked over her shoulder at me and told me “Slide that beautiful cock of yours into this pussy and see how you like it.” She then quit pumping into Cindee long enough for me to come up behind her and slide into the wettest pussy I have ever felt. It wasn’t as tight as Cindee but it was wet and hot. As I pumped. She was constantly looked at my face to see if i was sleeping. She moved one of her hands in her PJs. She was rubbing herself while staring at my cock. I saw her breathe faster and after some time she removed her hand. Her hand was wet, she probably orgasmed. She then grabbed my cock with her wet sticky hands, that feeling was so good i ended up ejaculating just from her touching me. She shoved my cock back in my trousers, cleaned the cum with a tissue and tip toed towards the bathroom. The.