I still become horny after remembering those days.However, slowly and steadily both of I and my wife lost interest in sex. I became busy in my busines... and she got busy with bringing up our kid. We were only having sex once a month or even less.Recently, about 6 months ago, I thought it was necessary to talk to my son about sex after he was over 18 years old. As I approached him, he became very frank with me. He told me that he and his girlfriend have already had oral sex. I was shocked by this. And She workedhard.My new home was in New York City when my Mistress worked as a model. Thehouse was a midtown Manhattan townhouse. It was a three story house withthe first floor was strictly for public entertainment and business.Mistress had her office there and entertained business associates andguests in the living room. The second floor was set for everyday living.A den at the front, a kitchen in the rear and a dining room off thekitchen. Upstairs on the third floor were Mistress Sonja's. Buddy pulled my long hair back and slammed her strap-on into me. Once I caught my breath and she let the pain spasms slow, we started a long and methodical buggering. A cock in the ass and one in the face was heaven. He slipped off the bed and walked over to kiss her. FUCK, I did not care what he did! I was in tranny heaven. My face was buried into the bed as she pounded away. I do wish, however, that I could have had a cock deep in my throat at the same time. He just left as she was still. I went back upstairs to where my bitch was sitting at 22.04. He asked what was wrong and i said nothing i was just hot from climbing the stairs. I had been so slutty tonight and i loved it. I was really looking forward to Monday and could not wait until he was pounding my pussy. What i loved about him was how he behaved so normal with my bitch like nothing had happened. MONDAY 20TH JUNE 2016I wondered if Murat would pick us up as promised. A part of me didn't feel he would. A part of me.