I closed my eyes as a dull ache started to throb in my head. Unfortunately, my world wasn't quiet enough for sleep.The couple that lived in the apartm...nt above me were apparently fighting again. I couldn't make out the words, it was just loud noises at this point. Cars driving by would honk their horns, sending my headache to another level of pain. A brief moment of silence was interrupted by a sudden strike of thunder. It seemed as if the universe was punishing me for something. All I wanted. Finally Paul came too as he grabbed her hips forcing all the way in. Liz simply writhed on his cock and moaned loudly. Liz fell into the sofa and turned to look up at the two men. She was smiling and a little cum from dribbling from her lips as she spoke. “Thank you!” She smiled. My wife looked exquisite, lying there with her big breasts and little trimmed bush. I watched and wanked for the second time. I lay pretending to be asleep as my slutty wife slipped into the bed next to me. Her. He got up from the table, and walked out from therestaurant,through thefront, giving most of the crowd a view of poor Sarah, collared, with titsspilling outtrying to keepup. She followed him into the elevator, and as soon as she stepped inside, hespun her around,and shoved her against the wall. He pinned her wrists, and cuffed them tightly,and bit lightly onher neck. He then gave her a sharp swat to her padded ass, and stepped away. Heunlocked theroom, and led her inside. He sat her down in a. We covered mainly BDSM related themes, from Marquis de Sade to the present day.In about a week she suggested we met for a coffee. Just the two of us, not with her slave, with whom she had an open relationship. We met at a cosy place near Acropoli, at the centre of Athens. We talked and talked for almost three hours, over coffee and later beer. There was an obvious chemistry between us. I wanted to fuck her brains out, gag her mouth with my thick cock and leave her ass sore for a whole week; yet.