‘I adore my pretty slut. Pamper you, make you so pretty. Don’t I?’ My hands run up my slave’s smooth legs. From his high heeled feet, to his...muscled thighs. As I stand my hand cups his silk covered cock. He moans I as stroke his bundled shaft. My nails drag against the panties. Up and down. Teasing his cock, mercilessly . ‘Yes! Mistress.’ His restraint weakens and he is shaking in an effort to not move. A shudder of pleasure runs through him and the slight exhale of breath plays across my. Years passed by after our wedding and after our first child’s birth I could feel that she lost interest in sex ..From daily to weekly then to monthly became our sex routine. I wanted to somehow trigger the feeling in her and bring her back. I tried lot of guys to fulfill her fantasy by assuming, but there was none to trust .I even thought about my cousin brother with whom I had sex after my wedding .I tried asking her about him and she was not ready with a person who is related to us and. He caught a glimpse of a Navy tattoo on the muscle of his left arm and realized he knew the guy; an X-ray technician from down the hall.The fornicating couple was still unaware of their presence. And Dutch, his erection probing the cleft between Rosa 's ass cheeks shoved her into the examining room ahead of him.The technician's hand reached out and grabbed a juggling tit and yanked on the doctor's extended nipple.Sharon moaned and then blurted out, "Christ, Timmy I'm there! Faster, please hump. Your fingers open on my neck, and I gasp deeply. Your right hand still inside me, you start pushing us forward. Each step rubbing your hardening cock against my ass. Once at the dresser, I lean over, and place my hands flat on the top; the mirror in front of us. I look up to see the lust in your face. You’re just as hungry as I am. Tugging your hand out of my cunt, you pull open your shirt, and pop the buttons in your haste to open it. You struggle for a moment as you open your zipper, not even.