I told him to stand up, put his hands behind his neck, and keep them there or I would stop it from happening, and then ordered Karen to give him his f...rst-ever, with a warning not to swallow his cum but to keep it in her mouth. She looked at me, presumably to see if I was serious and I just pointed at the contract. The look on her face was priceless as she suddenly started to realise what she had signed up to, or perhaps it was because she had started to realise how depraved I could be.She. My husband. Big tears dripping off his nose. ‘How could you,’ he said, his pained expression also bringing me to tears. How could I? How could anyone? I believe that love and lust have one thing in common. Both can get you into trouble. My lust for Jason had cost me my marriage. My love for Michael had cost me my heart. Jason moved to our branch on my 31st birthday. I was stressed out that day. I had attended an opening the night before and had stayed with some clients drinking wine, talking. "You want to see what it's like, don't you baby?!!" She leaned down and started stroking my little dick and looked up at me. "I can't even get my hand around his dick...um...I don't think, it looks like it's big!" She began sucking on the head of my dick and caressing my balls and looked up at me. "I would love to see you with him - I want you to fulfill your fantasies, baby, I can see it in your eyes; you want him. I know you would like to feel what it's like with him, to feel his big cock. Sophia was certain the handsome young heir was entirely innocent of any wrongdoing and would set things straight allowing them to continue their journey into ultimate cleaving of their flesh. She often dreamed of that special moment when she would take a thick hard shaft into her private place offering her virgin flesh to the pleasure of her future spouse. She was certain it would be in a beautiful silken negligee probably imported from France and that her partner would be a handsome young man.