She didn’t want to have any power for a day, an hour, a minute. She wanted a release.She went out and found one.She didn’t remember his name, beca...use she didn’t ask, but it was Marcus, the captain of the weightlifting team. She walked up to him. He was standing outside, leaning against his car, texting someone. He looked up, at her. “What’s your name babe?” He looked her directly in the eyes, actually wanting to know.“It doesn’t matter. Walk with me.” She turned around took two steps,. ’…can we at least talk first?’ I tried to sound sure of myself, but my voice was a whisper. ‘Mn?’ Mark removed his hand from my hair and loosened his tie while he drove. ‘Sure sweetheart, we’ll talk. Whatever you want.’ But we didn’t talk. As soon as we got to the hotel, Mark barely gave me time to observe the surroundings. His movements were like clockwork, and he did everything to keep me from getting serious. ‘Spin around for me,’ Mark leaned back on the bed while I slipped out of my heels.. Suddenly Diego yanked her shorts down her knees with one quick jerk, and then my wife stood naked, except for her golden necklace, earrings, and low sandals. I got not even surprised when I saw she was not wearing panties…Now Diego was apparently tired of her teasing and decided to take action. He then pushed her torso against the window. Her tits were smashed against the glass; her nipples, areolas and much of her pale tits were flattened against the cold surface.Then the Mexican man fell to. "Hearing those words from him almost made me cum as well.He leaned back a little and I stroked him faster. I got a little of his cum in my mouth, but I let the rest shoot onto his stomach. I was surprised that it didn't taste bad, and it made the event even naughtier. Part of me really wanted to lick it right off him, but I decided to hold back a little and make sure it was OK with him. Lindsay asked me if i tasted it. I said a little. she asked if it was good. I nodded and she rubbed her pussy.