This was a real luxurious place, andI knew the lounge always had a great quiet jazz trio and an upscale business clientele. “but,” I told her, “...e’re not going together. I want you to go to the ladies room for about fifteen minutes, and come in after me. Then don’t sit at my table, but instead on the couch nearby me. If anyone decent looking wants to join you, say yes. When I leave the room, you go to the bathroom again.” Neeta’s eyes were big, and I directed her to the ladies room.I went in,. “I feel you deep inside. Mmmm. Would you like me to grasp your butt, big boy?”“Yes,” I replied stoically so she understood.Her hands placed down on my butt as her pussy seemed to get hotter. Her breasts were getting awfully warm.She started to thrust your pussy upwards.“Mmmm. Fuck me, big boy. I want you.”Oh my. I think she was burning my cock. I couldn’t get out. Her hands were tight on my butt. She was rocking me in and out.“Please stop,” I shouted.“No. I need your cum, big boy.”Oh fuck. She. " He was my boyfriend. Maybe he had the right to feel a little hot about me." Linda defended him."Oh, pleeeaaseee. He was your boyfriend, but he didn't love you. He had only desire, lust." Nicole was a prude, and could not help but condemn lust. "My mother taught me sex is only for having children... and only after a proper marriage, of course." Yes, or else you may end up like Marcy!" Debbie was talking about the high school slut. "They say she even..." the girl then whispered in. When I told John all of this, he nearly jumped out of his seat. Now, John's a pretty straightforward guy but he's also a mother fucking MASTER at the mind fuck. He came up with a plan and I signed up for it immediately. This was back in about February. It was devious, simple, and devastating. He explained that underneath all that quiet submission and sexual depravity there's still a brilliant mind clicking away. And that someday she was going to see that our marriage was totally fucked up and.