At the road to home I explain to him that he had to stay for a long time coz my husband is going to be late to arrive and what I felt that he agree im...ediately. We arrived home and I was showing him where he is going to sleep in the room near to my room .I start to help him taking his cloth out of the bag and I could feel his stare on my cleavage, well the top was so tight that he could see my nipples through them. I told him that am going to prepare the shower for him so he was thankful, wile. It was then that he started to picture himself undressing her and his cock began to slowly rise inside his trousers . Nervously he crossed to the cereal cabinet and grabbed the box and as quickly dropped into the nearest chair. "Oh, hi, darling," Helen said. "I didn’t hear you come in, I’m glad you’re up already, I was just going to come up and wake you." Mark finished off his breakfast and raced to his room. 'Thank god my stiff cock has wilted,' he thought.He clumped down the stairs and moved. Clad in a bra, suspenders, stockings and high heels, I looked like a tart. I felt like a slut but I also felt powerful and dominant. Although I was acting submissively, I felt like the dominant partner, I wanted to do this. Although Richard believed I was being forced to do it, I wasn’t. Every slow step exposed my vulnerability. At one point I thought I heard a door being opened. I relished in the thought that someone would open a door and see me. What would they say, what would they do, would. He gently fucked her with his fingers while he licked her nipples. He did this for a long hot time, probing her passage as if to reconnoitre for the major cock penetration that was to come. Em got very wet indeed. When she climaxed, which she did loudly, he pulled his sticky, sex-smelling fingers from her pussy and put them on her lips and said, “Taste yourself you beautiful thing.” Em did; it was something that always turned her on. Then the young man stroked and pinched her nipples with.