" Ya almost poked his eye out with those drill bits on the ends." He knows to wear safety goggles!" Don't quibble wit' me, young lady! Then ya pushed ...yer wet, smelly cunny in his face and got him all worked up." It wasn't my fault! I slipped. Besides, it was your Mommy who had the wet and smelly cunny, not me!" Don't try to evade me! I know what yer cunny smells like -- and tastes like!" Oh, Unka Robert, you're getting my cunny all weepy -- again." Then ya winked yer cunny and yer poo hole at. I turned slightly so I could see my Husband sitting in the stuffed armchair watching us intently. Just then the second guy who was sitting on the bed, pulled my head back so he could kiss me, his hand roughly mauled my size 'B' tits. This rough treatment only added to the juices between my legs and pushed me over the edge. The guy between my legs stimulated by my orgasm started to come with a grunt. Soon after he rolled off, leaving an emptiness deep within me, the second guy moved between my. I’ve decided, this will be good for our relationship. Good for our marriage.You do know this will hurt him. I’ll do things that may well scare you. Torture is not fun. Not for him that is. But I love it. And I’ve had many satisfied clients that crawl back to me for of the same the first woman said to my wife.My wife walked up to me and got in my face. You said you are willing to go through with it. Just so you know, I have had to agree to not interfere with Mistress Bitch. I don’t want to see. One of the things you love about her is that she is submissive to your wants and needs something that your first wife wasn't. You decide to take the edge off of your immediate desires. "Ms. Long, come into my office right away."Within seconds Ms. Long enters your office. "Yes, Mr. Johnson how may I help you?" Ms. Long is an attractive redhead with a light sprinkle of freckles on her heart-shaped face. You can't take your eyes off of her shapely body, her breasts are almost exposed and you think.