Wait! I had it in my purse. Okay, here it is. And Iread it to them."Would you like a cup of coffee?" my questioner asked."I don't suppose you have any...tea?" Hm, somewhere, I'm sure. Frank always brings tea bags. But what do we dofor hot water?" Use the saucepan on the hot plate, that's what Frank always does ,"somebody said. So with the help of the hotplate I soon had my comfortingbeverage and was able to tell them everything that had happened.The breast grabbing and twisting. Kneading and. I told you once before, I am yours, do what you want of me. I haven’t changed my mind.” She loved his large hand and the way it felt.Michael’s hand slid over her lips, two fingers parting her lips and sliding into her mouth, feeling the way her lips clasped tightly around it as if it were his cock. He began to pump his fingers in and out of her mouth until he felt her tongue caressing his fingers. “Stroke my cock with your hand.” His cock jerked rigid the moment he felt her soft hand grab his. And I was hard as a rock while I did this to my whore-ish wife. I was so proud of her! I then knelt up and took my erection into my hand and furiously began to pump. In no time at all, I shot my load onto my wife’s ass-cheeks, just barley hitting the intended target, her still-gaping hole. I leaned back down and licked my own cum from my wife’s ass. Little did I realize it, but the video was still recording.I then stood and helped my exhausted wife to her feet and guided her into the bathroom. Dancing with a tall blonde girl in a tight fitting scarlet cat-suit. Her hands clenched on my ass, squeezing me, moulding me, her mouth moving to my neck, a kiss, a little bite and the adrenalin kicks in, stolen thrills and excitement giving way to a burning growing arousal. Realising that she's holding me too tight, trying to get away, only for someone to step in close behind me. Her hands rising to hold my shoulders, other hands slipping round my waist and the sudden and certain knowledge.