Christine may be quiet as a mouse, but her texting was better than some of my grad students.We had been going for about ten minutes when Christine men...tioned a reporter at the restaurant. I felt as if I had been doused in ice water. I immediately did a news search on "Sheila Schwartz". Sure enough, there were hits. Biting my lip, I tried "Mistress Cynthia". More hits. By this time Christine and Francine had taken notice. We all took a deep breath when "Sheila Schwartz" + "Mistress Cynthia". Her hands where behind her back and she had hand chuffs on. her hair was all matted and and her make up was running all over her face. Her lip stick. Was smeared all around her mouth.. at first I didn't realize but her face was covered in semen. her tee shirt was cut down to show the bottom of her tits. and her jeans where cut down to tiny daisy dukes her pockets where sticking out the bottom and they where pulled up into a weggie. I started asking hear all sorts of questions. she said tim!!. Looking down at his wife in this state made him think more about getting his rocks off than about why she had the words cunt eater written on her tits. Looking down at her, he said, As long as I get to watch you eating cunt, Im ok, I assume you still eat cock. With that, he lowered his zipper, pulled out his stiffening cock and pressed its head up against Gails lips. Without hesitation, Gails opened her mouth to take her husbands cock in. Gail normally gave good head, and he never had to. I did the same. I wanted her right here on the living room floor. When she was naked she got on her knees. Her head was still bowed. I was there in front of her. I raised her chin up. Her lips were quivering. "Tell me, Penny. Tell me what you want." "Oh god, Peter. I want you. Any way you want me. I want you. I always want you." I leaned down and kissed her again. I did love her lips and the way her tongue would so eagerly taste my mouth. I knelt down and hugged her. She was delicious, and she.