.you may use my body to satisfy your 'needs' and to show you I'm serious..you may 'use me' now!"And with that..she walked over to the dining room tabl...,took her shoes off..then her panties too..and bent over the table...where she lifted her skirt over her ample bottom! I was still shell shocked my her revelation about her being a closet lesbian...never mind looking at her glorious arse in stockings in front of me! But in the back of my mind at had a different effect...as my 7" grew very quickly. She looked up at Vic and exclaimed, "No! Vic! He's..."But her cries were apparently annoying Devil. He growled a warning in her ear.It didn't matter. Vic and his friends were amused. They had no intention of interfering.The dog drove his cock into her unlubricated ass in just three violent, painful strokes. Each thrust forced a restrained cry of pain from Paula. But Devil's fangs were only inches from her face and she did her best to refrain from doing anything to make him think she was trying. The offices like most had a First Aid Room which was normally used only during the day Monday to Friday with only one set of spare keys which was monitored by security and had to be signed in and out by authorised people I usually the premises manager, bourse or Cleaning Supervisor and was kept locked at all other times though the site inspector could sign them during other times. I noticed Umie disappeared often between 8-9pm weekday evenings and even when webpaged him he often took ten. As her cuckold, you would bear the pain of your wife’s seduction. My fantasy was based upon deeply enticing your wife and not one of her handed to some man she was expected to please in order to please her husband. My fantasy was about romance and lovemaking because I believe romance trumps fucking always. Every time. I think there is little emotional risk to fucking. Okay, as her husband, you might lose her to some missile-cocked Olympian but probably won't. Romance raises the bar and bumps.