“My turn” I say softly. I kiss you full on the mouth, my face sticky with your pussy fluid. “Wait…. what?” You reply somewhat deliriously....��Fuck you like I own you, remember?” I throw you onto the kitchen table, your body still twitching from your orgasm. “nonononono, I can’t, I’m too tired” even as you spread your legs, lifting them to my shoulders. Your lips are wet and dripping, I can see the muscles between your pussy and ass twitch with anticipation. I take my cock in my hand and. I heard the sound of a door closing. Then I felt the buckles being undone. I stood up shakily, feeling cum gush out of my battered pussy. I turned around. The driver was dressed. I suspected he had taken part, but I had no proof. Nobody else remained in the room. There was a substantial pool of semen on the ground in front of the table, and leading off to the other door as tracks.It looked like over a gallon was on the floor. Dumped into me, only to pour out from a fresh wash off virility. Cum. I had found that I was attracted to this. I love the way a big set of tight balls look as they are pulled up tight to a fat cock. I wanted nothing more that to have them in my mouth.I then moved up and ran my lips and slightly open mouth slowly up and down his cock. Like I was catching the drips of an ice cream cone as they ran down the sides. His cock was cut and had to be 9 inches long and chocolate brown in color. Beautiful with a nice defined head. The kind of head I would see girls popping. Was this the end? Did I really want it to bethe end of my marriage? I struggled hard against my bonds. 'No,I didn't want this', I thought. I didn't want to be somebodysslave, but it was too late.Sylvia took my wallet, flipped through it and found my e-mailaddress including my password which I always carried around withme because I had such a bad memory. She smiled devilishly at me."This is easier than I thought, but first things first." Shepicked up her cell phone and started to dial my.