They were locked on the recording. This dude fucking my wife. I didn’t know him. He didn’t seem bigger than me or stronger, I didn’t understand....“Sorry, I heard them when I came in and I didn’t know what to do. Maybe a picture would’ve been better?”“Yeah,” I replied sharply. My fierce tone made her jump. “I’m sorry. I just wanted you to clearly see it was her and not me.”“Is this you?” I interrogated as if this was all a sick joke. She placed a thin hand over her cleavage. “No, I know you can. Usually I just twiddle myself to an orgasm but what I crave is oral sex for the last one". Holy moley, what did she just lay on me? So she said" When you would do that for Michelle did you lick your stuff out of her or did it just run out while you were doing it, if so, did you find that disgusting??? NO! I replied, I really enjoyed the taste of my sperm and semen when she allowed it. "Have yo ever tasted another mans stuff?" she ask. Careful there, I might spill the beans about sucking her. The girls giggled when they saw the dick. I excused myself and went to the bedroom and put on a jeans. When I arrived in the living room the girls sat on the sofa and watched porn movie. Wondy prayed with putting me on the couch between them. When I sat with down took Wondy his hand and began stroking the bulge in my crotch. I looked her friend straight in the eyes and touched her lips gently. Wondy unzipped and jammed cock my out of my jeans.I took my hand and stroked the pink top and left. I want to hear you admit that you are a slut." He pinches my nipples trough the fabric and I gasp, feeling liquid heat pooling between my legs. "Yes, I’m a slut." "Whose slut? "Your slut, Sir." At that he flashes a predatory smile. "Good girl. Now pull up your skirt." I do as I’m told, pulling my skirt up over my hips. He turns me around so my back is towards him and presses me into the filing cabinet. "Very nice," he murmurs, stroking my thighs, pausing at my garters, before grabbing my.