I tore myself away to grab some breath, before going in for a much deeper, more lustful kiss. Soon I felt his tongue pressing agains my lips, and I gl...dly opened them. His tongue entered my mouth and he swirled it around, touching everyone thing possible and sending huge spasms through my nerves. I moaned into his mouth and then fought back with my own tongue, as we danced around each other, enjoying the wet feeling of each others tongues moving against each other. His left hand was still on my. The fire downstairs was hot enough that, as the warm air moved up to the loft, neither one of us had moved to take a cover and pull it over us. The oil lamp on the side table was still burning so as my eyes adjusted I can see you in the mirror, the slight curve of your stomach, those wonderfully large, dark nipples and of course your beautiful face. What were you dreaming about that was causing you to smile? I know just how I want to wake you this morning. I roll slowly onto my back, not. .” His face became pale. Then her quickly grabbed one of her wrists, held it firmly. “I get angry when people call me that…Don´t call me that, not if you want me to fix your drain, you slut..” Her mouth formed a silent “O”. She was not used to this. “Slut..?!” “Yeah, you run around with the shirt all soaked so I can see your tits…bitch” Before she could react, he had caught he other hand as well. In a few seconds he held both her wrists in one of his large hands. Her eyes widened and it felt as. And while I’m sympathetic to the plight of this woman and her family, another, darker side of me, finds it sexually titillating. Sorry, but that’s how I’m wired. I mean, I’ve seen pics of this woman, and she is sexy and hot. I can see her being captured and turned out to prostitute for the Mexican Gang Cartel. The idea of a gorgeous wife and mom, suddenly k**napped, raipped, and turned out to hustle her blonde Caucasian pussy out on the streets, or in some sweltering brothel – it just turns me.