So she said I really want more because my hubby can’t be that rough and good at sex as much I enjoy having you inside me. I said yeah even I can’t... forget the smell of your body the love bites u gave me and ur assets which made me crazy. And at that moment my dick was so hard because of such talks. And she kept on touching my dick like nobody is there. I was hiding from the camera and told her please behave like we are at work and don’t forget you are my senior if anything happens the boss will. I sit on the couch watching tv waiting for Hanna to return from work. I wanted to talk to her about my fantasy for weeks now. I've known she'd agree but I just didn't know how to bring it up. My fantasy is having a total BDSM relationship. Control all the time anywhere. I wait impatiently. Aroused by the thought of where this could lead us. Hanna walks in and without even saying "Hi." We say in unison says, "I NEED to talk to you." Then I quickly add, "You first." Well I wanted to talk to you. I was so turned on by the whole scenario. His hands under my short dress gently squeezed my naked butt cheeks and occasionally his finger was sliding down my crack. Sandra was sitting upright in a chair next to the action facing our way. Her head was tilted down almost in a stance of submission, obvious in character and to order, staring at the floor. Her nipples were rock hard and clearly visual, pushing the thin material of her dress up and over her rounded breasts.I wasn’t sure who did what. She was pretty, but not even close to Tanya’s ballpark. I couldn’t see the bottom part of her outfit, but her blouse was kind of loose-fitting, yellow, one shoulder bare with a belt around her waist. Her blonde hair hung down her back. In any case, she was very attractive. Her husband – kind of so-so I guess. Of course, I’m not much on judging guy’s looks, except when they’re like Tanner and it’s so damned obvious.They’re from Richland, across the river in Washington, then about thirty miles..