Me: I made a mistake, so you slapped me, nothing in that.Neelima: It’s common for you guys, nothing wrong in it.She gave me a green signal. I went c...ose to her, kept my hand on her waist from the backside. She closed her eyes and she caught my hair. I sniffed her sweaty armpit, her body odor make me mad again. My tool got erected and poked her from the backside. She escaped from my hug and gave me a smile.Neelima: Don’t hurry I’ll be yours. Control your feelings, today my hubby will go to his. " So you have an open marriage?" I assume you have a confidentiality agreement with your client, my employer?" Yes, ma'am, that's standard." Well, you blundered into a sham marriage. Dear Charlie is my half-brother... and my beard. Let's just say that I misspent part of my college years with a woman who rides a Harley in the Dykes on Bikes parade, and I never looked back. And you can't use that against me with my employer, because I've been dipping my tongue in his wife's honey pot for years.". My upper thighs were soaked incredibly hot & slippery. I opened my labia with my index finger, freeing access to my belled clitoris. I shivered helplessly as my finger found it soaked and hard. I was moaning kissing his feet. ?And your anus girl, penetrate yourself? ?Yes Master? I sobbed with humiliation, so shamefully delightful. With my other hand I opened and began to probe my anal opening. It too was wet and scandalously slippery. Slave girls here naturally lube their anal passage too, this. “You want to cum too, right?” I asked.Kylie just nodded. “Your pussy. Definitely, your pussy,” I told her.“It’s not going to bother you that I’m not on birth control?” she asked.“If you don’t care, why should I,” I asked.“Exactly,” Kylie said, standing up.She turned around and bent over again. I wasted no time getting behind her again and positioning my cock inside her open love slit. She was a little looser now, and fucking my own sloppy seconds was a bit of a turn on, her pussy was wetter.