"What am I now? I just stripped for a hundred men and loved it more than the dancers do on the stage now. I even acted like a fucken dike. Why did ... want all those jurks to screw me?" As there was no one in the hall way, Bill worked towards the back and found the exit. The alley was dark but deserted so he fled into the night. The boots were a lot noisier on the concrete and gravel than Bill had wished them to be while he strolled to the edge of the club and the brightly lit parking. I know. Um-hmm. Yes, anything she says. Okay, mom, anything she wants. I will. Love you, too.”He handed the phone back to me. “Mom wants to call you a slut again or something,” he smiled. I watched him turn and head upstairs, admiring his toned posterior.“Yeah, you skank. What do you want now?” I jibed.Her tone was a bit more serious. “Is he gone yet?” she asked.“Yep, just ran upstairs to grab some tools. He’s fixing my broken A/C.”“Can you do me another solid?” she asked. We know each other. She groaned, shivering, her pussy clamping down, increasing the friction. I groaned. My eyes fluttered. My hands gripped her hips as I stared at Faoril over Thyrna's shoulder.My wife looked so sexy, her body pale, her new nipple piercings glinting. I hungered for them as I rammed my cock into Thyrna's cunt. “Cane her tits,” I grunted to Faoril. “Remind her that you're her mistress, too. She forgets.”“Master?” Thyrna groaned, her pussy clenching on my dick.“I heard how you talked to my wife. As you tense and begin convulsing, you issue forth a stream of vaginal fliud that soaks my crotch at the same time as I shoot off a load of sperm into you. Our bodies are immobile for almost a full minute and as our mutual orgasm subsides, we collapse into a satisfied, sweaty heap on the bed. "Enjoyable?", I ask "Yes, love.", you reply, as I pull the covers over us as we are both too exhausted to go to the bathroom to shower.I've wanted you forever and now I have you. I play it cool, but my.