"Collection day Mrs W", I announced, she frowned and replied "Bobby is that you under there ?" We where almost eye to eye as she was not a tall woman...barely five foot in height, red haired with a light dusting of freckles across her nose dressed in a dark button front floral blouse, cinched waist orange skirt and heels. Looking up " Yes". I replied, " Come in, Come in and get out of this heat !" she demanded , "You look a mess !" " Take off your sneakers, put down that Free Press bag and. Thursday and Friday, Bill and the clients fucked me repeatedly and I took their cum home to my husband. Just why, why didn’t I act on my husband’s fantasy a long time ago. I was now constantly charged sexually, I had become a nymphomaniac and cum slut for my husband.Friday night, Jack cleaned my pussy and told me not to plan anything for Saturday. He said he had invited his crew to watch some type of game on our large screen TV. I don’t know if it was football, basketball or whatever. I. We just can’t afford it,” she said with a stern look.“Please, just this one time,” I begged.“Go to your room,” she replied.I was pissed as I stormed out of there. But I couldn’t blame her, she knows me just as a 19-year-old kid. Which I am not. Even at this age, I am earning money, a lot if I may brag. I am what they call photo manipulation artist. People give me commissions to create photos.Say for example there was this customer who mailed me a request. “My wife died last month. I miss her.. It was feeling good now and when a finger invaded I pushed back, enjoying the new sensations as he massaged my sphincter from the inside. Soon his whole finger was in, then two, then three. I was moaning around the beautiful Black cock in my mouth. This was a replay of what we had been doing to Jaye, but now I was the bitch in heat.Then I felt a blunt pressure at my ass. Harder. The reality of what was going to happen hit me and I panicked for a second. I tried to move away but my Man kept me.