Even if I wanted to steal your husband, I could not. Me, he fucks. You ... he loves.”“But I’m...”“His perfect partner, lover, mate, soul-mat.... Imogen, if you are willing to take me into your household, I won’t promise not to have sex with your husband – I have come to need that, as you doubtless understand. Please believe, I don’t object strongly to going to Madame Anastasiya. She treats her women well and cares for them, and the sex would be no burden at all!” She laughed, then. “Far from it!. As she was changing she heard men chatting getting to know one another. She smiled thinking these men would get to know one another much more intimately any moment. She had plans for them. Regally, she walked into the room and hush settled over the group. She wasn't shy about her figure or her beauty. She worked hard to maintain it. An hour at the gym or three miles running was her daily routine. Except for the times when she allowed herself to slack off a little.Slowly she walked over to the. ” “Oh Yeah! Oh, Do It! And suck me, please lick me again Max! Lick my clitty while you stretch me open!” she cried out while thrusting against my hand.I’d never eaten a girl after fucking her. I always left that to the husband, if he was around, or simply said no, I’m just not a cum eater, but she wanted it so badly. I locked my lips over her clit, sucked and licked while pumping my hand inside her. She again had a massive, whole- body, wreathing climax and then went completely limp. I sat up. Lena stepped out from the passenger side of the VW Beetle, holding her loaded school bag. The look of concern on her face was noticeable only to her apparently, as the driver --her friend Donna-- stood on the other side of the vehicle with a very pleased look of her own. "Thank God! Fresh air!" Donna declared running her hands through her short bob of red hair. She stretched her arms out, soaking in the rustic atmosphere. Lena was less enthused. "Why are there so many cars here?" she asked..