”“Okay, what is it?”“Well, more than once I’ve thought about you and yourhusband doing it while I’ve been touching... myself. It’svery exciting.”“Really?” (AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});“Yup. I always imagine you as hot, exciting lovers whoreally enjoy it and makes me get off like an 18 yearold.”She laughed a little. “You’re right. That does makewhat I want to say a little. But she was demandingly aware of her handcuffs, her nudity and her appetite. "I think Mark is very nice," she said evenly. "I’m just hoping he can get these handcuffs off me and give me something to eat. I’m hungry."Terry surveyed her with curiosity. Dorinda had the feeling she had said something odd and out of place."Oh, I’ll feed you, darling," the happy captive assured her cheerfully. "But of course, you’re joking about the handcuffs ....." Dorinda had had a bad day and an uncomfortable. What a feeling. While still inside of her, she reached for her purse and pulled out her soaking panties and stuck them in my mouth. My god, her pussy juices tasted incredible. She started riding me hard again. I could hardly control myself this time and was about to cum. I tried to tell her but it was really just muffled sounds. She was getting closer to a second orgasm and was getting loud again. I tried to tell her one last time i was cumming but no luck. I squirted a huge load inside her. I imagine her face; it probably has that same vaguely disappointed expression it gets when someone takes her spot in the car park. I hear her footsteps go the few metres back to her flat. I walk across the room and turn my phone to silent. Her name lights up the screen a minute later. Bullet dodged. I hear their door close, the hum of their voices. I imagine they’re talking about me. Laughing at me and Max. Betting on how long it’ll be before we break up.I hate them and I don’t and I hate.