She slid her hands down the length of her stomach, to her waist, undoing the metal fastener of her pants button. She released her grip on her upper p...nt waist, deciding it wasn’t time for that yet, and things would happen when she wanted tonight. She grasped the soft fabric of her sweater and lifted skyward, first revealing the soft, pale skin of her belly, then her ribs, slowing to an inching crawl as the fluorescent lighting started to tease and reflect the intricate lace of her black, low. There was a scuffle between he and Jude, but I broke it up and sent both on their way. That is when I knew I didn’t ever want to be in a situation like that again.Skip forward a couple of years. I had met my husband and found a wonderful and caring individual. While we were dating I discovered he had a few minor kinks, and I told him about some of my previous exploits and he seemed to be ok with my past. Most of which I can’t tell on this site. But I thought my sex life with him should be. I roll over on my side and pull his slightly hard cock towards my mouth and start to kiss the tip while stroking him. As he gets harder I start putting more of his cock in my hot mouth and sucking as hard as I can. My husband really loves it when I stick his cock deep in my throat while I play with his balls so that is what I did. I thrust his juicy cock deep in my throat and sucked him something good. As I was sucking his beautiful dick he starts to beg me if he can eat my pussy. I was. G. But I still don't have the kind of privacy I need for that. I do need to do something. I pull out the shit covered straw and twirl my nipples again, marking them brown and smelly shit. I press the straw into the slit of my dicklet and twirl some brown into it. My precum makes the filth run over my dicklet head and spread. It is all too much. I suck the straw into my mouth, sucking in piggy poo and rub my dicklet a few more times … it shoots a stream of white cream on the desk. If my shit.