I offered her that the guys could join us.She looked at them and with no hesitation in her voice, she invited all of them to go into our room. Jumping... outside, they followed her swaying hips guiding them into our room.Once inside, Ana sat on the edge of the bed, as every black guy dropped his swimsuit. I saw my wife’s mouth fall open, as she found that they were at least eight and none of them was even hard yet. She turned to the biggest one, which was standing next to her. Ana stroked it a. So, are you just going sit there and drool at me all night - or are you going to take me into that bedroom and fuck me?"Naturally, I chose the latter option.She didn't wear slinky lingerie under her weekday attire a lot - just often enough to make the tactic extremely effective.On the more blatant side, she would occasionally launch into a wickedly salacious narrative as we made love. For example, she would start by telling me that one of her major clients had been indecisive about a large. He stared into my eyes. I stared back into his. He kissed me; his mouth and tongue entwining with mine in an explosion of passion. At the same time Alex’s hand moved to my thigh. As we kissed, I could feel it rise up my skirt. He paused briefly on my waist, before plunging down inside my knickers. I was so turned on; my vagina was a watery inferno. I needed release and wanted Alex to touch me. He didn't disappoint and slid his finger inside my hot, wet hole. I gasped. It was heavenly.Not. He clapped to get Miriam's attention.” Go get us some drinks, slut!”She nodded and walked into the kitchen, feeling her thighs get slick with her juices as being ordered around like a slave made her wet. She had never known she had this side to her, but as she poured two glasses and made sure they each had enough ice and alcohol she knew that she’d need this feeling from now on. Being controlled. She walked back in and handed them their glasses. Herbert openly stared at her body.” So what’s.