I looked down and groaned with passion as I watched Carla finally pull her lips away from my moist cock. I could see her spit mixed with my cum and it... was the best sight in the world to me at that moment. Then I looked into Carla's eyes, wondering what she'd say or do next. My heart almost stopped when she licked a small glob of my cum from her lips and smiled up at me. That was all I could take. My mind was spinning and my legs were weakening to the point that they gave way under me and I slid. He was a good man, but I did not love him. It is a terrible, terrible thing for a wife not to love her husband. It is even worse not to be able to morn over his death. I'm a wicked, nasty person and, you'd do well not to have anything to do with me."Henry held her. "You stood by him, even though you didn't love him. You were pressured into something you really didn't want, but you did what you had to do at the time and made the best of it. You did your duty; you stayed faithful to your husband. " I did as he’d said, and with one big gulp, I felt his slimy, salty spunk slip down my throat, and into my belly. As he stepped back, I got a chance to look round, and I realized that about nine men now surrounded me… all with their cocks out, wanking… and looking at me with lust filled eyes. A large man stepped out of the crowd, and he said: "Right slut… we are all going to fuck your pretty little arse and mouth now, so get up and lie over the table." I began to get up off the seat, but I. You come out of the bathroom and step over to the mirrored closet doors in front of the bed. You look at yourself. I say what a pretty vision you are, the woman of my dreams. I can’t believe the amazing woman in the mirror is really you. But it is.You sit on the edge of the bed next to me and look at yourself in the mirror. You touch yourself. I’m thinking go ahead. Run your fingers over the gorgeous satin of the robe and panties. The choker sets your face off perfectly, the lace looks so.