? I caressed the accessible parts of her clamped nipples, and she groaned and flexed her hips under me as I felt her heat building. ?There's a good ...lave tart, please your Master, get that cunt hot for me.? I pulled back and started thrusting, with hard jerking strokes that forced her down on her skinned rump and made her tortured breasts bounce, and she made wide-mouthed AA-noises that were just a breath with a sound, growing faster and louder, her eyes focussed on nothing. When her cries. “Oh look baby, the maintenance man here!”, my girl exclaimed as she pointed out the window.I looked out the window to see a big white van pull up right on time. Both sides doors opened, and I watched as two men got out. The one on the passenger side looked to be pretty young, maybe 18 or 19 years old. He was white, very tall and kind of heavy set but with muscle. I guess you could call it “stalky”. The driver was around 40 to 45 years old and pretty heavy set. He looked around 250 - 300 pounds,. " She relented and we kissed passionately. I opened the zipper at the back of her skirt and put my hand inside. Instead of her usual pantyhose I felt the softness of her panties."Have you changed you mind about wearing a garter belt?" I asked."These are thigh-high stockings, they don't need a garter belt." Let me see." I broke our embrace and stepped backwards. Anne looked around a last time checking that we were alone and lifted up the skirt, revealing her long legs clad in sheer stockings and. My ‘reward’ was generous and he ‘dated’ me for a couple of years before eventually making me his trophy wife.I had married Richard; but not for love. I could have pretty much what I pleased; providing he approved; Richard had me on a leash.Meanwhile my parents divorced. Basically father had ditched mother for a wealthy widow.At the time I’d had to swallow the shameful fact that we were two of a kind.But right now I needed some ready cash to keep my own marriage on an even keel. I decided to.