She began to beg for her life and plead with Roger. She still thought that roger was kidding but a part of her mind was terrified. Any you mt sweet lo...ing wife…did you ever tell me that you were disatisfied with me…If you had i would have given you a divorce and lat you have joint custody of the kids but now you have to die with your friend ann and the men that you enjoyed fucking. Unlike Ann, Sandy believed what her husband said. She had seen instances of how you didnt cross him. She wailed. She did just that. Then noticing I wasn't wearing any panties and my blonde pussy was shaven, she bent down and licked it. I started to bend my knees in pleasure, but she held them down. She pulled her tongue out and crawled up to lick my nipples. I then pushed on her tits and flipped her over. I kissed her and twisted her nipples. I could feel her hands crawl up my thighs and grab my firm ass. Yes baaaby!" I moaned. She smacked my ass! Then squeezed my butt. I was so hot!! I layed down on her. He began to roll her clit between his fingers as he kept the rhythmic pace into her pussy. Her moaning grew louder again as she stopped thrusting so that she wouldn't dislodge his hand. She could feel him hitting her G spot from within, and it produced such powerful sensations that they threatened to overwhelm her again. "Oh god... oh god... don't stop... so good..." She begged.He responed by picking up the pace of his thrusts. Slamming into her as hard as he could, while his hand kept working. "Who's wearingthe trousers now?" she said. I noticed that Charlotte, Celestine andMartine were all wearing trousers."Patricia, I expect you to help Antonia and Juanita get into theirflamenco costumes," said Charlotte."But I am called Patrick," I said."Firstly I do not expect my maid to answer back and secondly don't beridiculous Patricia she said slapping my backside. How many people callPatrick dress like you?" I was starting to struggle to think of myselfas a man.So here I was helping my.