He opened my door and helped me in, as I drove away I saw the guy who walked off coming back from who knows where. My pussy was so wet and I was so ...horny I wanted to play so much but couldn’t. I think I got home in record time and up loaded the picture for my Master and waited. Master finally emailed me back almost a week later. I was going nuts I wasn’t sure if he liked the photo or what was going on. About a week after I sent the photo he sent me an email setting up the time for. Don’t stop, push, push, yesssssssssssss”,last the cock head was forcing in with a little more difficulty and pressure although my Johnny slid in as it was shorter and thinner than his hose. The gradual push and slow pace changed into high speed, mainly with his help by lifting his hip to enable the entry with ease, matching my pace.At one stage, he started swaying his head in absolute delight and the heat, due to live flesh kissing and rubbing each other deep inside. I was also deriving. ‘Cut the shit,’ she laughs, jabbing a finger at the chat windows and pages peaking from behind the documents I’d been staring blankly at. ‘Those a project you’re working on?’ I stopped doing any actual work an hour ago, but somehow I was still in that chair, going through the motions. She saw right through it – maybe because she was doing the same thing. ‘You should report me,’ I say, taking a slow sip. I try not to pull a face as it burns down my throat. ‘Rough day?’ ‘No more than any. " The kind whose wife is rubbing her pussy all over an ex boyfriend right in front of him, you dumb bitch. If you weren't my sister and you didn't have those boys, I'd tell him to just dump your ass and go out and find somebody who wouldn't humiliate him in public."I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Diane had always been a good little churchgoing Southern girl. Damn and heck were the strongest words I'd ever heard her use, even in bed. Now she was saying 'fucking?' It had indeed been one.