Five minutes went by and finally Ian had bottomed out in me all 9 inches buried deep inside me, I could feel the pressure building inside me as my bod... struggle to accommodate this foreign object. Ian took a firmer hold of my hips and began rocking me back and forth on his dick meeting each thrust by now the pain had almost gone, I watched as another couple of minutes go by and by now he was sliding in and out easily, I was even beginning to enjoy it with pre-cum dripping out of my still erect. His hand goes inside her robe and grasps her full breast as his fingers pinch her nipple through the flimsy fabric. Her hand reaches down and caresses the outline of his growing member through his pants.They both are married, and love there spouses. They meet like this in secret, hoping no one suspects they are long time lovers, because it gives them a different kind of excitement.His hand slips up under the nightie, working its way up to her thighs. Her pussy is wet and welcomes his fingers.. Steve’s video of me stroking my pussy was playing on John’s machine. I daren’t look up from behind my screen. Who had he sent it to? How many of them had seen it? I realised I’d lost control of the situation. I was theirs now whether I wanted to be or not. John wasn’t at the machine; it must have been set as his screen saver. Through the morning the same sounds came from each guy’s computer in turn, some were away from their machines, others were on long phone calls and saw my dirty little show. Megan was wearing a tight black dress, nothing to fancy, but it clung to all the right spots. The men were much more relaxed in the attire but that was fine with her. Each man made their glances at her all night while enjoying the meal. The dinner was delightful and everyone had cleaned their plates. Everyone said how much they enjoyed the food and after a few drinks, Sam let a compliment of a more sexual nature slip. “Megan, I’ve never had such a great meal cooked for me by such a sexy woman”..