“If I have to wait, the price goes up again.”“Why are you doing this?” I asked calmly.“Why shouldn’t I?” she said with a wicked grin. �...To get through life, you have to be strong and grab any opportunity that comes your way!”“Have you blackmailed anyone else?” I asked, unable to keep my eyes from looking down her incredible cleavage. “You seem like you know what you’re doing.”“Blackmail is such an ugly word.” she said sweetly. “Actually, I do have a bit of experience, but not with ‘blackmail’. First the zipper and then the button. She turns to me, dark glasses so I can't see her eyes and says, "You have to wait until I tell you you can fuck me, faggot."My wife has never called me a faggot before, but I have to admit it turned me on. I could only say, "Yes, Angie."I had been so caught up in my wife's pussy, her rude mouth, so sexy, that I didn't notice her pulling up to a brick building. She turns off the ignition and tells me, "Grab the bag in the back."I look behind my seat and see. She's got on these short shorts that really show off her thighs. I can't help but notice a small bruise on her left leg, just beginning, right below the hem. I remember her complaining when we got here about having to carry her heavy bag all by herself. It kept bumping her thigh as she walked. Evidently, it left its mark.Even though I don't have a blunt myself I'm starting to feel a little dizzy. I wonder if someone tossed one into the fire or something, as a sort of joke. Regardless of how,. "How you like to have a threesome with them?" No, I just want my psycho bitch, that's all." Fair enough," she said, throwing my bra.Her hands dropped to my thong, and she yanked it right off me. "Yes, I love this outfit on you, Hannah. I loved it even before that first day," she moaned before she turned to Mia.I saw Mia hand the psycho bitch our strap on, and she immediately put it on.She came back to the car, but sat next to me. "Come here, and be my cowgirl." Yes, please do that, sexy lady,".