"Ungghhhhhhhhhhhh," Was all I could say as I made myself cum.My knees buckled a bit and the man behind me held me up still playing with my big tits."G...od girl," he whispered in my ear as one hand reach down to my wrist preventing me from taking my hands from my panties, "Don't stop just yet."I moaned as I resumed rubbing my wet pussy while the man behind me was grinding his hard cock against my ass though his jeans and I watched through the mirror as his handsome face contorted in pleasure. I. We then logged out of "Video" mode and returned to our usual instant messaging system. I went back to the bedroom and continued to message Tom, we chatted about the usual stuff, about how much we miss each other. Then we finalised our plans for our next meet up, which was to be the following day. "Bring that new toy of yours," Tom instructed. "It looked very effective and I was taking careful note of how you used it." Just at that point, I heard my husband coming up the stairs; "Go!" was all I. It felt funny so I reached around my back when he suddenly said:“Now,” in His very calm, deep and confident voice, “Undress me.”Still in just my bra, I reached for His suit jacket and helped Him with it as it slid off of His broad shoulders. I then loosened His tie and unbuttoned His dress shirt. I stopped to take in His incredibly muscular chest. I couldn’t control myself and began kissing His chest. I did so as I fumbled for His belt and button of His slacks. I stopped kissing His chest long. I decided to call in some help, I needed someone I could trust and not have to tell all the facts to. I didn't want anyone to know what happened to Jill. The person I picked had to be willing to get his hands dirty. There was one person I felt fit the bill, my old friend from college, Billy Mason.I need to regress and explain a little about Billy. We went to college together, we were both on the football team. I was a second string end, but Billy was a starting guard. He was a black man who.