Normally a red light was an excuse to play with the wet and slippery parts of her slave. Nina turned her head toward Gretchen and raised a questioning...eyebrow.Gretchen caught the look and chuckled. With a grin she said, “If you think I’m touching your clit while you’re wearing that little time bomb you’re sadly mistaken. You know that the main reason I play with you is to keep you hot and wet, not to let you get off at every red light.”“Well, a slave can hope, can’t she?”“Yeah, but with your. "I slobbered generously on his finger before he returned it to my pucker. He slowly worked it inside me, knowing the effect it would have on my retreating pecker. It felt as good as I knew it would, and soon enough, I was back to full strength. As I began moving in his well-lubed hole, Gerry requested, "Do you mind if I take it for a little ride? I've always wanted to try the cowgirl position." Not at all," I answered as I slowly withdrew and rolled onto my back.Once I was in position, Gerry. Looking at all that tit flesh gives me a fucking hard on. I think I'll piss in you next time."Marsha winced. But other than that she didn't respond. Matt wasn't finished tormenting her, though. He held the thin shoulder straps of her top between his thumbs and forefingers and slowly pulled them down off her shoulders. As he worked them down her arms the bra portion of the filmy top that has only been inadequately covering her breasts to begin with began to fold down, baring more and more of her. When I asked her”How many times she have sex every month/week?”, she didn’t reply and became sad. I went and sat next to her on the sofa and started asking her “what happened?”. She said her husband was too busy and tired to have sex and she was not happy with her sex life.I started consoling her and rubbing her back. She fell on my shoulder and half hugged me. Her hand somehow fell over my dick and i was having a boner. I hugged her tight and she started rubbing it over my jeans. My dick was.