I reached up and began to lower his gym shorts slowly. As I did so his cock, now hard from making out with my wife, emerged to fall heavily onto my fa...e. Thinking that cleaning my wife’s lover’s cock was what they had in mind I began to lick the impressive shaft. I was rewarded with a slap in the head and a verbal warning never to anticipate my master’s wishes. Sara commented that I must be a faggot if I was so eager to taste John’s cock again.As I leaned back to sit on my heels, John slowly. ’ My voice is carefully neutral as I allow her to set the tone of our encounter. I have no information on whether she is an uninhibited sybarite, or indulging in a cautious tryst away from important responsibilities. My duties demand her safety as well as her enjoyment. ‘And you as well, my dear,’ in a thick accent that I place as Bahranian. ‘You must be Martha.’ And instantly, I am. My name becomes a new part of me, fitting seamlessly into the other instructions that I know I am to obey. Haley. You just got home a while ago, after a little football game with a group of your friends after you came back from college just yesterday. You decide to take a shower as soon as you got home and after the shower, you decided to get well dressed. You put on a white dress shirt with black dress pants, a combo that makes you look and feel good.You were outside her bedroom door and in your hands, you have a poem that you have written about her. Your heart is pounding because you were thinking in. .. wiped down and carefully dried. The water used to flush the sea toilet. Nobody bothered to wear anything to sleep in.Joe spent a long time exploring his young wife's curves, encouraged by sighs, hums and groans of pleasure. That they'd been making love together for months previously was irrelevant; their mutual enjoyment was of an entirely greater order than before they were married. When he finally came in her, she was worn out by an escalating series of orgasms, of which she'd lost count..