His cock was rigidly erect and standing straight up. “So my soiled panties arouse you, huh?” I asked rhetorically. “Fuck, Connie. You’re drivi...g me crazy, seeing Tom’s cum soaking through your panties.” “So why do you like seeing another man’s sperm leak out of me? Why do you want your wife to be such a slut?” David led me to the bed and guided me to lay on my back. My blouse was still on, but it was open exposing my breasts. He climbed between my thighs and studied the semen stained gusset of. Friends, most of my relations are conservatives. But I was the only one supporting her decision.From then on, my relations started getting angry with me for supporting her viewpoint. The more I supported her opinion in front of my relatives, the more affection she started developing for me.There were two reasons why I supported her. One, she was like my own sister. Two, I had a strange, unknown, yet pleasurable feeling, whenever I was with her. Because at that age, she was the only matured. .little arrangement."She said nothing. Why was she not saying anything?She WAS a hopeless romantic: moonlit dinner with champagne, red roses, all those standard stuff you see in the movies, not chains and dominance, not at all!“I understand, Mr. White. I deserve a…a…a..."“A what, Faye?”“A...fair punishment,” she finally managed to say in a weak voice. She was trembling inside. She gasped when a soft but very audible slap landed on her behind.“Was that a fair punishment, Faye?"“No, sir.”“Well,. “So tomorrow where would you like to start?” she asked. He told her. “I have some ideas” as his eyes suddenly canvassed her cleavage and chest. It wasn’t the first time either. She seemed to notice he looked at her upper body a few times making her happy as a lark. She asked what they were. He told her. She smiled as she listened. She watched him closely. Yes, his eyes were repeatedly scoping out her boobs and more specifically her cleavage. Hmmm, I wonder, she said to herself. Hmmm, I do.