I stand watching, rubbing myself some ten feet away as my wife of fifteen years buries her head at the base of his shaft, while holding the tip gently...with her hand. The smile she gives him, watching his expression(s) as she licks and worships the cock that satisfies her most.If you are astute at reading people she doesn’t have to say a word. Her emotions (and actions) are never revealed verbally to me as I fuck her very sloppy seconds afterwards. But you know. You know she really enjoys his. I took out my own pajamas, and Kristina leaned on my chest, kissing me non stop, with her hand over my cock, and mine over her boobs. Then, she took my hand to her mouth, and sucked gently my fingers, without stopping to look into my eyes. She then guided it to her vagina and my wet fingers caressed her slippery slit… wet and hot… While she was looking with desire in her eyes, she licked her lips… And when I introduced them inside her, she thrusted her head backwards and let a long but quite. “Um, hi.”Lori walked to the counter and smiled. “Hi.” Her heart was pounding in her chest and she was afraid this girl would hear it. “Should I come back tomorrow?” The succubus snarled deep inside her, they wanted this girl, they didn’t want to come back.“Well, that depends on what you’re here for. The machines are all closed and washed.” The look on the blonde's face clearly said she was flirting and Lori loved it but felt a twinge of guilt at the same time.“I’m not here for coffee.”“Then. Tarleton.The bartenders get real good tips. Me, I live at my sister's. Wish Iwas a corporate lawyer like you, sir." Looking at one of my more bizaare Dali prints, he whistled. "So yougot even weirder shit going on for you than being in the bondage scene, huh?" My throat constricted. Why had I brought Dolan over? Normally, when Itrolled at Tawse, it was to meet a hot girl, who I could train to give mea good whipping--not many women were naturally dominant sexually, I thought. I'd just broken up.