Miss bloody Emma bloody Burdett wasan evil little tart; was he so dumb that only he didn't see it, or hadshe worked her way through all the other guys...in the club before shegot to him?Certainly he hadn't disappointed her in the sack; he rose to everyoccasion and she had been genuinely complimentary about his equipmentand the way he used it; James knew he was good, knew he had a big 8-incher, of which he was extremely proud, and knew he had a big set ofpendulous balls with enough going on to. Issacs who simply reached over and undid my fly to allow my dick to spring loose and into her hand. She gave it about three strokes then I felt her mouth engulf my now raging hardon. I was fascinated watching the action in front of me while Mrs. Issacs mouth worked away on my dick. The designated stroker was speeding up and I noticed her turn a dial on a machine next to the examination table. I figured that must be the electrode control. No sooner had she turned the dial than the guy on the. I’m sitting here with a pussy full of your spunk feeling guilty as hell. The sad part of it is, I love every drop you put in me.I’ve had more orgasms in the last 24 hours than I’ve had in months. I wouldn’t be honest if I said I didn’t have feelings for you and enjoyed our intimacy but I love my husband and I have betrayed him in the worst way. I’ve given another man what is his.I feel guilty as hell. Even having said that ... I still want more and have to have you again ... he said nothing .... Believe it. But here I was, a million times farther than I ever thought Iwould ever, ever get. Even though it was temporary and I wasplaying the part of the woman I still couldn't believe it. Theclothes and the look weren't the problem really, it was funafter all, my "hobby" even though I was more than maxed out onthe feminine side, I enjoyed the high it created, what I referto as my "brain buzz," I had never been totally dressed for morethan three days at a time and wondered what would happen.