I couldn't help myself wanting more. It was so sweat and salty and the musk on his fingers just added to the flavor. I could already feel my spent sic... hardening again. Myself craving more of him. "Looks like my pet wants more... ", he whispered to my ear as he glazed into my now rock hard penis. "Tell me, pet, do you want more of my cock?" Mick pinched my left nipple and I suddenly couldn't breathe as the pain rocked my whole body. I can't even comprehend how horny I am right now. "Do you want. “That was incredible slave” she said to me“Thank you Mistress, I’m glad you are happy” I replied“The amount of sperm you shot all over me, you must have really needed that”“Oh yes Mistress, This has been a fantastic night and what a way to end it”“HEHE, oh the nights not over yet, I’ve fucked you now you get to fuck me and because you have came already I expect this to last for HOURS!”Before I could even argue (Not that I would have) she grabbed hold of my cock and gently masturbated me back to. With my overwhelming guilt, I don’t think I can ever forgive myself.” As I looked at my wife’s tearful face, my heart sank. I could see she was genuine with her words; she did love me and yet she didn’t want me. I stepped back and sat on the bed. The divorce papers were lying on the table. I reached out to them and before signing them said, “Babe, if this is what you want… if this is what will make you happy then, I’ll do it.” I handed her the reluctantly signed documents. I was expecting Carol. ?" She said breathlessly. "Who?" A pause. "You must have the wrong number, there's nobody here named Mario." She hung the receiver on the hook, disgusted."Let's watch the other tape." Betsy suggested, the sexual spell of the moment broken by the errant phone call. She plumped the pillows against the couch again before going to the VCR and inserting the tape she'd rented.She sat down with her back against the couch and patted the floor in front of her. "Why don't you sit here with me?" Quietly,.