That all changed when his wife reminded him of their after-dinner engagement.‘Don’t forget, honey,’ Paige Brewster’s voice rang out. ‘We hav...e that gallery opening to go to tonight.’ A sodden lump grew in Jack’s stomach as he finished his dinner mechanically. He had begun to dread this evening when Paige first told him of it. It wasn’t that he didn’t like art, he did. It fascinated him how a good artist could transmit any of a whole range of emotions with ink or clay or paint. It wasn’t that he. “Give the bitch what she wants.”I gazed gratefully at her. She gave me a wink, then walked through the portal. It disappeared behind her, and I was left with my masters. They ravaged me with brutal avarice, each man trying to tear his piece from me. I screamed and gagged, my body convulsed and thrashed, the men gripped me in my supple places, squeezing until it hurt. Their cocks pulsated and throbbed, stabbing into me with a fervency, turning our lust into a display of flailing hair and. I got home, opening the door to a quiet house, on Monday afternoons everyone else was busy, so I had a couple of hours to myself. I went to our room and quickly changed into a loose skirt and t-shirt, no panties as usual. The cool breeze felt good on my hot pussy, I had been turned on for the last couple of hours and desperately needed some relief. There was no way I could hold out until Caitlyn got home. But I had found a way to take care of my special problems. I grabbed some socks and went. ’ Belle had a puzzled look on her face. ‘He comes in the shop every day,’ Claire argued. ‘Ok….’ Taylor had to jump in. ‘You do realize he’s a piece of eye-candy, right?’ ‘He’s buying flowers for a different woman everyday. Doesn’t that say something about him? He’s a player,’ Claire argued. ‘So, play!’ Kendall suggested before taking another sip of her wine. ‘You never know what’s going on there, maybe he’s just buying flowers to see you.’ ‘Right,’ Claire scoffed. Then she sputtered with.