" You left it for three days, David. My allure cannot be as irresistible as I thought." Oh it is, believe me. I have spent hours under a cold shower."... Ugh. You must be all wrinkled like a prune." Oh I am, but at least it got rid of the hard-on." She was laughing."Well we shall have to see about that. Want some more dancing lessons?" Nice thought, but I have been going to ballroom dance classes every week for three years now." Have you? Well you must be good now. If I can't give you anymore. He looked at his watch again: still two hours to go. How did Steven fill the time? The poor devil was coming back for another stint. At least his first one had been shorter. He might find his next one dragged though.He started telling her stories about his time at school. He quite enjoyed recalling half forgotten memories. He got up, letting go of her hand, and paced round the room still talking. He sat down once more and took her hand again. He realised that it was much easier to talk with her. White hot searing pain shot through me as I felt like he was tearing me apart. His hands gripped my hips as I helplessly steadied myself, tears of pain running down my face as he plunged his hard cock in and out of me. Utterly helpless on my knees, dressed like a whore and being fucked like one, I felt something new. My cries of pain became moans of pleasure as I felt my cock grow harder than ever. As the pain subsided my pleasure grew. I began moaning louder when I felt Jack's hand clamp over. As the husband sat up on the bed, he put his hands on her hips, and with one hand, slipped one between her legs and began to lightly rub her pussy, and eventually had pulled out a very wet finger and put it in her mouth.“I’d say that is one very wet pussy, wouldn’t you?”, he asked.“Hot and ready, as they say!”, she said.“What exactly what are you ready for?”, he asked.“I’m looking for some black cock tonight, baby!”, she said. As I’m sitting there next to James, he begins talking to the.