I was a healthy young woman with a healthy appetite for sex! For a time my fingers, vibrators and dildos of different sizes kept me happy. But only to...a point. By the time my stepson was into his second semester of junior year I was horny as hell and masturbation just wasn't cutting it any more! A cheap bit of plastic in my pussy wasn't what I'd signed up for in a marriage! Especially since my hubby was getting satisfaction from a succession of new, ever changing temporary office help.I began. Ragini bilkul Shushmita sen jaise dikhti thi ek dum fair thi .phir dophar ko 2 baje ragini aa gae mere ghar pe or thoda time bad chirag ghar pe aaya usne mujse pucha ye kon he par jaise hi wo under aake betha mere pass sofe pe maine usko mere or khich ke ek bahot lambi kiss ki to ragini dekhiti hi rah gae usne bola tu ye kya akr rahi he to miane bola dekh tera or mera husband kuch karte nahi hamare sath pura din paise ke piche bhag te he to main chirag ke sath sex karke enjoy Kar leti hu phir. You fly out in two weeks, with a representative who isreturning home. I know him vaguely, and he seems alright. Just rememberto be careful!"I quickly booked time off work and made arrangements to fly out. I metthe man with whom I was to travel a few days before we where to travel.When I asked him about where to stay in Stepford, he replied with,"Arrangements have already been made for you. Everything has alreadybeen taken care of." For some reason, I then felt strange.We flew out a few days. My servant persona was in tatters with my wrecked outfit; my sassy and self-assured inner self was being shaken apart by the cock in my cunt and the hand on my clit, and I was theirs. It struck me then that this whole evening was more about them than me; conquering a girl together, sharing a tasty little snack. I might be the one getting fucked, but they were making love.Emily Stanton leaned down and kissed me on the stomach, where only inches away through my flesh her husband's cockhead was.