She was weeping. I asked her.Me: What happened?Impana: My husband doesn’t love me.Me: So what? I am your close friend. A close friend is equal to 10... lovers.Impana: I am not telling you about that love.Me: Then what? Does he beat you?Impana: No.She kept her hand on my dick and said, “This love. My husband loved me for 4 months after marriage. Now if I ask he says your pussy has become loose. I don’t get pleasure while loving you.”I sat beside her on the bed and acted innocent. I told, “But I. We've worked with him for over a year." Glancing over at Denise, Connie continued, "We both care for him, and ... we're not screwing him, if that's what is bothering you." Well, that wouldn't be any of my business..." Adriana started."No, it wouldn't," Connie agreed, somewhat less tactfully than she had intended, "but we're not going to lie to you. If he decides to make love to us, well..." Her blush wasn't from anger.Denise pulled up a chair to sit closer. "We're not tramps, Mrs. Carter.. There was a slight pause before she screamed loudly through her gag and jerked forward, pulling the prod from her arsehole. Her arse cheek was reddening beautifully, a perfect red hand-mark left on her cheek. She sobbed even louder.Time to move on I thought. Without ceremony I shoved the prod deep into her arse, placing the other prod exactly on the base of her spine. If I was instructed to press the button, this was going to hurt. A lot!I turned back to blondie. I could see the trauma. Not even a single person is there at that’s time. So we immediately went to an abandoned bathroom there I entered it and asked her to come in she came in we hugged each other. It’s awesome because her huge books are so soft so I started to press her while hugging and we passionately kissed each other and we had a lip lock which is lasted for 5 mins.I went out to check whether anyone is present at the surroundings. To our luck no one is there still so I said her to remove her pants she said no.