One night I caught her by surprise, and saw some male going off in the dark as I thought. “That was a fellow with you”, said I. “No it was not.�...� But her cunt had a most unusual wetness. I hesitated, and said that some one I thought had just wetted her. She was confused, denied it, and whimpered at my suspicion. I again felt her, and putting my fingers and thumb together was sure it was spunk, and turned away; but felt so randy, that I turned back after her, wiped her cunt with my handkerchief,. She went on to say that she hoped those voyeur purchasers of her dirty prostitution on film would enjoy seeing her adultery, her martyrdom for her son and hubby's salvation, and that they would love seeing all the strange, dirty and cruel ordeals she was subjected to by Kabul and his circle of S & M devotees! She smiled,admitting her torture and ravishment was for no other reason than their sleazy, cruel lust for her. She then dropped her dress onscreen, exposing her breasts, which looked all. That seemed to turn the wife on too because she began moaning and pushing her pussy harder against my mouth. My tongue was as deep as it could be and she began crying out. I flicked and licked inside her soaking wet pussy as she began to cum in mouth. I had my hands on her beautiful thighs and could feel her shaking from her orgasm. Then she screamed out " oh fuck babe the little whore making me cum so fucking hard aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." Her scream. Unable to contain it, I let out a little gasp and I see the side of his mouth twitch upwards to form a half smirk. He unbuttons my crisp white shirt slowly, bending to lightly kiss my neck, collar bone and between my breasts. He doesn't remove it completely, leaving it tucked into my skirt, still bunched up around my waist. It is open enough for him to admire my breasts as they rise and fall with every deep breath I take in an attempt to calm down.He moves to stand behind me, pulling my hair to.