Which would be a shame... - What do you have in mind?- Well we realized that even unconscious, your slutty wife took pleasure in being fucked by big c...ocks, and that you didn’t mind seeing her being put in the oven.-... - So I thought we could see if she could consent... - I’ll stop you right away, she will never consent!- Well not really consenting, rather obliged, at least at the beginning, but active!- How do you plan to get there?- By blackmailing her of course!And he explained his plan to. There was some talk of me becoming similarly denuded. I still haven't decided how I feel about that.But back to Mistress Elaine, who stood looking down on me. I thought she'd come in to see how I was doing. Maybe she'd be pleased to see that I was almost half done. Maybe I'd receive praise, perhaps even a pat on the head, or maybe a swat on the butt.But I was wrong. Oh, was I ever wrong.Spreading her legs she humped her pussy forward, fingered her labia apart, and proceeded to pee on the floor,. The ringing phone startled both of them. They sat up and realized they’d dozed off in the chair. Both of them were a bit shaken. It was the first time the outside world had intruded since their passionate adventure began. Carla slid off Bert’s lap, walked over, and picked up the phone. ‘Hello…?’ she said tentatively. Bert watched her, holding his breath. ‘No, Mother, I’m fine,’ Carla said. Bert relaxed. ‘No, it’s OK. Look, I’m getting things done I’ve wanted to do for ages…yes…it’s sweet of you. Her eyes were lovely to gaze into.Exactly when did I go from staring to gazing rapturously?“What DOES a girl have to do to get you to notice her, Mr. Secretary?”“Huh?” Her voice broke my concentration. That put me off just a bit because staring, or gazing, as the case may be, into THOSE eyes could very well turn into a full time job.“What? What?? What???” My elocution training was really paying off.Summer Steel smiled like a black widow spider just before she mates and then devours her new.