"I am your dirty little leather anal whore" I replied."Fuck yes" he said as he continued to fuck me. He then placed me against the wall for extra bala...ce and continued to fuck me. I hugged him and kissed him. He continued to fuck me harder and harder, while talking dirty to me, telling me what a good slut I am, how good my tight ass feels around his cock.He then put me down and I immediately started to suck his cock to taste it. Then I laid on my back on the couch and put my booted legs up in. “Were you going to sleep with your coworker tonight?” prodded the other robber, who was now brandishing a handgun.“Look at her blush!” pointed out the driver. “They were going to bump bellies tonight. To think they act like they’re so much better than we are, but nothing’s lower than a liar and a cheat. I hope you’ve been able to hide it from the kids, Mrs. Robinson. You don’t want them to know their mom is a slut.”“I am not a slut, and my son knows I would never cheat on my husband. I never. Within seconds, I had sucked his head into my mouth and began sucking his cock with my eager mouth; I stroked the length of his shaft as I was sucking his cock. I began caressing his testicles with my fingers as I swallowed the length of his cock into my mouth.“Yes!” Roger gasped. “Your mouth feels SO GOOD, Meg,” he continued. “That’s it. Suck it, good girl.”After a few minutes, it was readily apparent that Roger was losing self-control and finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate. Her long, dark hair curled over her shoulders and looked to be still damp from her shower, I could smell the floral scent of her shampoo. Her outstretched arm rested just centimetres away from the novel she had been reading. It was open, face down on the bed, like she was. I smiled and exhaled, realising that I’d been holding my breath. The duvet lay lightly over her right leg and I noticed then that she was wearing white lace-topped stockings with a matching camisole top and panties. She knew.