She dug her nails into his tailored suit jacket as she moaned against his hand. Afterwards when she was straightening her hair and putting herself ba...ck together she noticed a scuff at the back of her left black heel. It was scratched from the rough concrete wall that Chad repeatedly pushed her up against. She kept the scratch there and every time she wore those shoes she nearly came thinking about that moment. Sara had three orgasms in that stairwell, but she would soon wish that it had ended. You may have my child, nine months after our wedding day, but one day before. There will be no whispering behind your back, about you being pregnant before you were married.’ ‘How long am I going to have my mother inside my head, Steph?’ ‘Would you like to trade your mother for mine? Your mother only talks to you. My mother hits hard, and she yells at me when she’s angry.’ ‘Your mother put you where you are today. If it wasn’t for her, your body would not have been, where it was moments ago.’. Remember how we have talked about swinging for the past couple handful years? Well I got on the Internet and placed an ad to see how many people out there were interested in the same things. You just wouldn't believe how many responses I got. Most of the time it was just single men who wanted to see more pictures of my tits and ass, but a couple weeks ago I got a letter from a woman. She told me all about the lifestyle and about how her husband would love to see her with another woman. Yeah, I. Obviously Travis knew much more about eroticism than she did. Watching intently, Sara settled herself into the slightly reclined chair as Travis winched down the chains that had suspended Yvoine. He didn’t remove the bonds, but let the woman rest on her hands and knees. ‘I think it is time she serviced you, don’t you agree?’ he asked. Eyes shining, Sara nodded agreement. Her veins were singing with lust and she was willing to have that fulfilled anyway Travis wished. Yvoine moved forward.