We have nasty things planned for this cunt you thought was yours. We are going to do things to her, and other people are going to do things to her tha... you have never even imagined. Just thinking about it is almost enough to make me fill her little pussy with cum."He was quiet after that. He continued to stare into my husband's eyes as he raped me. And he continued to rape me in that strange, painful rhythm. He pulled his cock out of me slowly each time before slamming into me so hard it drove. He sucked in shallower breath, straining to take deep breaths. I felt his heart pounding beneath his chest, his life fluttering in my embrace.I owned him. I possessed him.“Mistress,” he groaned again, his voice tighter. His cock throbbed in my hand, pulsing with his passion for me.It made me so wet.My bed creaked, my muslin canopy forming a haze of purple around me, an island of passion cut off from the rest of my castle. My bed creaked as I shifted, the satin sheets cool against my scales as I. My head was spinning and I was focused on one thing, his big delicious cock. "What took you so long?" Carole asked. I stammered that I ran into an old friend from college and quickly suggested we go because he was waiting at the door. Carole was confused but she followed me to the door of the bar. "I'm Kevin," he said to my wife. "Your husband wants to show you something. We'll take my car."We followed him to his car, a late model E Class Mercedes, and Carole asked, "what's this about?" I. I asked her where she was staying and she said she slept in his van. I wanted to know where she was going tonight. Cassie said she was going to the bus station to wait for the bus to San Bernardino. I told she could spend the night at my place and i would take to the bus station in the morning. Cassie jumped at the idea. On the way to my place Cassie asked me to stop and get some beer for us to drink. I stopped at a store and told Cassie to get the beer while pumped gas. Cassie tphen.