On the drive over, my husband kept glancing at my thighs. The skirt had ridden up and Marshal was a leg man. Normally I loved it when my husband luste... after me, but it was a different man I desired tonight. We arrived at the Eagles Lodge, found a place to park, and walked inside. A cute, bubbly blonde stood at the front door. She wore a tight halter-top that left her midriff bare, and a pair of very tight blue-jeans. I noticed my husbands eyes roam her inviting figure, I could hardly be. She had no idea what the problem was. Yesterday she had no link to the Internet just a static filled screen and she promised her mom she'd be in touch every day through e-mail to reassure her that all was ok. She called the internet company, but of course they insisted that there were no faults in their system and the trouble really was with her computer. She highly doubted that but what was she to do?It was fate that at the moment she neared the entrance to the complex, she spotted the parked. Just take the lid off,” the Tin Man suggested.Dorothy tries to pry the lid off but is still unable to.“This damn lid is stuck!” She shouted, as she tried yanking the lid off. The lid finally flings off, causing Dorothy to jerk back as a splash of oil spilled on her white blouse. “Oh my goodness!” Dorothy shouted as the Tin Man stared in arousal at her drenched blouse, which made her tits visible through it.“Are you alright Dorothy!” The Tin Man asked, still staring at her oil covered cleavage. Facelli’s hands holding my hips up into the air, his cock buried to its hilt up inside of my cunt, made me moan like a bitch in heat, like the little slut he knew me to be, the whore he had hired me to be. I woke to my own throat moaning deep passions as I was fucked roughly, my thighs dripping and the bed beneath me already coated in slick cum. I couldn’t be entirely sure whose it was, but I had no reason to doubt that it wasn’t my own, at least in part. I could already feel that my vagina was.