They go in so easily as he stretches me a little and pumps his fingers quickly. He can tell perfectly when I’m close to coming and he knows my body ...nd stops when I’m so close to squirting over him. I groan in disappointment over my gag. Master laughs enjoying my pain and pleasure. Master walks away and I hear his toy cabinet open meaning he’s getting something else or swapping the paddle. Sadly I can’t see but part of me is glad I can’t. As I continue to wait I hear Master walking back to me. All the pain from my ex-wife’s betrayal flooded back, and I felt my heart being squeezed hard.I let out a small moan.Maria turned, with a shocked look on her face, in time to see me bolt out of the house.My ego had taken another massive hit. First, I hadn’t been ‘man enough’ to keep Susan, and now, Maria had found a better match. I was devastated.I checked into a motel, called into work, and told them I wouldn’t be in for a few days, maybe even a week or two. When I was asked for a reason, I. I knew that Peter didn't both with such trifles but I expected that I was supposed to be Wendy because after all I was a girl.Of course, I would much rather be Peter because he had the most fun. My imagination ran rampant in speculation about the things he got up to with little Tinkerbell. I really don't know where I got those thoughts at that time of my youth because it certainly didn't seem appropriate for a young girl of tender years. Now, I was a full grown eighteen years and didn't have to. They both balanced on tiptoes, Lynn arching downwards and Ross stretching to his maximum height. Without guidance, Ross's cock muscled forward in-between the parted panties, then located itself at the outer point of my wives visibly grateful cunt lips. I lost sight of their adjoining as she wrapped both her arms strongly about his neck and raised herself off the floor, using her legs as the ultimate gripping force around his middle. She yelled out as the momentum forced their bodies to lock.