.OHH GOD...FUCK ME...UHH...FUCK ME!!!" Her breasts painfully dragged back and forth on the table, her hard nipples burning from the friction and as m... thick cock sliced into her, each blow forcing her hips into the unyielding table. Her manicured nails bit into the palms of her bound hands as she desperately tried to hang onto something as she twisted beneath me, pushing back against his hips as I powered forward, slamming her even harder into the table as I got the last two and a half inches. Roger enjoyed theexcitement of corrupting his shy and proper wife withexposure to this material. While they would watch orread, he loved to touch her vulva, to feel how hot andwet Janine would get from “slut wife” scenarios, fromlesbian scenes or from any number of naughty sexscenes. While they had often enjoyed the excitement of thesestimulating fantasies, there had always been anunspoken understanding between them that they wouldn’tactually involve an outside person in their. "You OK?" I asked while she made her coffee, a harried look about her and even the coffee machine wasn't fast enough for her."The bitc ... I mean Carol ... is demanding that I finish up something before leaving," she sighed. "My 'ex' has my daughter this weekend, thank goodness, but if I don't get this done, I'm not sure I'll have a job come Monday. Great Friday night, huh?" I'm here, too. We make quite the wild-and-crazy partiers, huh?" I teased. "Do you know how to set the alarm?" I asked. I. “Spike and Michele seem taken with each other,” he nodded towards the two lovebirds sitting three rows in front of them.“Like it was some sort of secret? Really!” Polly replied satirically.“What do you think?” Jimmy enquired.“I think it’s disgusting; a transvestite Wren canoodling with a Leading Recruit,” Polly replied.Jimmy blanched; disappointed with her reply.“Yeah,” Jimmy sighed.“Of course, if I was to do this, it would be entirely different and acceptable,” Polly sniggered.She pulled.