Then … he did.It was a night like many. We were cuddled on the couch in the family, each with our Kindles reading. Harley was inside curled on a big... round bed-cushion on the floor by the patio door. Nick was in shorts and a t-shirt. I was naked, his arm around me, occasionally toying with my arm or breast. We each had a nearly empty glass of wine near us. I felt his hand move up my arm and I looked up at him, my cheek pressed to his shoulder. His other hand moved under my chin encouraging me to. Seductively she dismounted the pole and stage and approached my husband. She removed her thong to reveal her wet swollen shaved pussy. She unbuttoned my husband's shirt.She went behind him putting the chair in the laying down position. Her huge tits brushing his face as she did so. She said, "I can touch you but you are not to touch me." She stood at his feet fingering herself for a while, then turned around, bent over and inserted a finger in her arse while my husband watched with his tongue. Each moment was accompanied by the curious sensation of having evacuated my body in an urgent fashion, followed by having abandoned mind and flesh at once. My identity dissolved into nothing as I embraced a total detachment from everything but the pleasure.With this experience driving my actions, I hold her hips so tightly that I will later find deeply impressed red marks where my nails held her. I’m fucking her like I have honestly never fucked anyone, even in my imagination. I’ve never. "You're late," Laura said."I'm sorry, Laura," said Penny in a contrite voice. "It won't happen again." Not a problem, really. I'll just take it out on Heather." She lay a hand against Heather's cheek and smiled. "And you'll love being punished, won't you, my pet?"Heather shivered at her Mistress' touch, her pussy throbbing to the pulse of her racing heart. "Yes, Mistress," Heather moaned, her hips writhing as moisture trickled down the inside of her thighs. "Please do what you want with me.".