The two men gazed at your boobs, your hard nipples clearly visible in the theatre light. And I noticed that the tips of your nipples seemed to be hard...ning under their gaze."You're making me really hard," I said. My cock was pushing against my pants. I could still see the prick of the guy to my wife's left standing up, and I knew my own cock head was pushing against my trousers wanting to get out.You seemed to be getting into it, too. I could see that you were squirming in your seat and rubbing. This made Kitten nervous and horny at the same time.Matt met Kitten outside the girls locker room. “Any trouble from Sara today?” he asked.“No Master, no trouble... , “ Kitten replied, “but she kept looking at me like she was hungry and jealous at the same time.”“Hmm, Interesting.” Matt said.Matt turned and they walked out to the picnic area and the cafeteria. Today Matt got a sub-sandwich for himself and a thick stew and a bowl of milk for Kitten.They were joined at the table they selected by. " Pretty??? Boy, I'd love to get barebacked by that futa until I'm all out of senses!"His rather... direct foul language kind of catches you off guard and complexes you. "W-what do you mean 'barebacked'?" What do I mean? Get fucked, reamed, nailed, whatevered by her from behind! She must have a monster of a cock!" Ehh... you're wishing to have sex with the president?" Who wouldn't? Don't tell me, you don't want to get smashed by her!"As he jumps onto a bed and hugs a pillow in a demonstrating. She would cook a really nice dinner and plead her case. Things hadbeen stressful lately. Work kept her on the road a lot. Surly that counts forsomething. Ok she could do this. Donna began to formulate her story as she cooked dinner. Shegrilled the steaks and had them resting in the oven with the baked potatoeswhile she steamed the veggies. While setting the table Donna practiced crying.She did not know how he would react, but it could not be good and tears mighthelp. Everything was set. Donna.