His satin room. The walk-in closet full of satin clothes and lingerie. The round bed inthe middle of the room, d****d in satin sheets. The mirrored wa...lls and ceiling.His mouth felt like it should say something, but his brain had nothing on offer to send. The chokngsilence was broken by his mother."Dave, I know what a satin fetish is. Your father and I shared one. It's not very common in women, butwe do exist. I suppose genetically you didn't have much chance to avoid it. And I'm glad of that,. "Even with this... oh my God... this... this stranger's cock inside of me?". You are closing your eyes; your lover is starting to fuck you.I smile. "Yes, I love you even like that... especially like that... I love you when you turn yourself into such a naughty bitch"You are kissing me, then you put your forehead against mine. You are losing control of yourself now..."And if... if he had an orgasm inside of me? Could you still love me? Could you?"A delightful fear stokes me. I can see your. He took his hand off his cock long enough to return the gesture. I motioned for him to come over to our room and join the party. He nodded in agreement and turned back towards his room to get ready. I walked back into my own room to see that the party had started without me. Amanda was on the bed, between my husband's legs, sucking on his cock like she wasn't ever going to taste one again. I let my dress slip from my shoulders and went to stand behind my friend while she pleasured my husband. I. " She said in a low voice.I smiled, not taking my eyes off the road and then shot her a glance."I thought a lot about that too. What happened overnight? You were the answer to a lot of my questions this morning." I said not trying to be too committal."I know, wasn't that weird? When I woke up I just had this need within me and it wasn't just "getting off". I had done that the night before. It felt good, but afterward it was empty. When I woke up I just went in the bathroom, freshened up and.