Beads of sweat ran down my arms, falling in fat heavy drops to the wooden floor. Locking eyes with my own reflection, I told myself not to indulge in ...houghts of things that could not be.But the way the incredible curve of her waist had disappeared beneath the hem of her top. How she looked so peaceful when she was asleep. So open. So available.With a gasp of effort, I raised the barbells above my head one final time, arms quivering with strain, before dropping them with a clang. To hell with. Sizing up the chair, I quickly realized the best approach for this particular piece of furniture would be to stand over the chair sideways and lower myself on to the wooden back rest. I would keep one foot on the floor and the other on the seat of the chair as I squatted. It looked to be just short enough that I could ride it like a wooden pony. I carefully turned the chair and began to get in to position. "Hold it," said my owner sternly. "I want to put these on first." I looked over at my. But there was another side to being cuckolded, like the flip-side of a coin. There was pain as well as excitement.He glanced at his mobile phone lying on his desk in front of him. It was set to vibrate and he had expected her call by now. It read 15:47. Dawn was meeting Bradley at 13:00. So, say, they took one hour for lunch that would mean that they had been alone together for over an hour and three-quarters; an hour and three-quarters of fucking. Bradley had still not returned and Dawn had. At last we were free to be together. We took our time as we dance a little completely naked. Our hands were free to feel us all we wanted. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around me. I laid her in my bed. We licked each other until we couldn’t take it any more. I had dreamed of licking and finger fucking her pussy, and she had dreamed of licking my hardon and then putting it down her throat. As we were all wet now I turned and got on top of her. I put her legs on my shoulders and let my cock.