I kept fucking her through it though."My little femme dyke slut?" I asked, my hand coming down hard on her perfect little ass."Oh fuck yes," she said,...cumming again."Say it!" I said, another spank."I'm a dyke, I'm a queer, I'm your slave," she said, babbling and moaning and screaming, "I belong to you, fuck me don't stop."I loved it. I felt a surge go through me as powerful as any orgasm. Those words that were used to denigrate and hurt women like me by so many over the years, transformed in. The camera moved around to face the woman and then I finally saw that such nice sucker was my own loving wife …I sat there in shock; that just could not be right. This could be a trick photography or something but then I remembered that wedding ring, and realized it was Anita's ring. I turned off the disk and went back to the manila envelope. That was when I noticed it was addressed to my sweet wife, not me. I went back and turned it on again and there was my loving Ana trying her best to take. He could see how wet she was and her she was practically dripping on the bed. She took her finger out of her pussy and rubbed it around on the egg covering it in her juices. Using her left hand to spread her pussy lips wide she pushed it inside herself and it made a little suction pop as it shot in and the shock of it made her gasp. She grabbed her controller and turned it up slowly to the medium setting.Surprisingly he couldn’t hear the little toy inside her but he knew it must be driving her. How are you doing today?"I wanted to tell her that I was doing great but I was as horny as I could be for her pussy, but I decided not to be too blatantly hungry for her body. "Hi, Lori, I'm doing great, lady. It's so good to see you." Have a nice trip yesterday?" she asked as her left hand consciously moved down and began to play with one of the unfastened buttons on the top of her blouse. My gaze locked on her hand fiddling with the button and then I looked straight into Lori's deep brown.