There was a light sheen on her, light, fragrant. As her legs settled against mine, I felt it even more. I slide my hand up over her ribs, and cupped h...er breasts, and then I knew for sure – Jessica was oiled from head to toe. I felt her shiver under my palms, from the sensual contact and the awareness that I had discovered that the only underclothing she wore was a light application of light massage oil. We kissed, lingering, tasting. She knelt astride me, and rubbed her breasts on my chest so I. As we are in Canada, nobody is around to question/suspect us. This becomes as advantage for us.First thing, I like to tell that this incidents though I term it as story will not be shorter one like many other fiction stories, this will be definitely lengthy as there are lot of things needs to described in detail. This is not a fiction story where in the first paragraph narrates about the beauty of wives and in second paragraph where one couple boldly tells to other couple and instantly they. .."--- "But what?"--- "Sir. We have a dog in our house."--- "And does he want to fuck you?"Lilly thought for a second.--- "I think so, sir. He licked me there more then once."--- "So, what should you do about it?"--- "I'm a whore, sir. I exist to be used. I shouldn't have rejected him. I'm very sorry, sir."--- "Yes. You should assume the position, and let him use you as a bitch you are."--- "Yes, sir. I will. Thank you, sir. I'm really sorry I didn't think of it myself, and rejected him." ---. I also discovered that she was rather submissive. Her parents were very bossy and she’d learned to cooperate rather than fight what she was required to do. I thought that would come in real handy in expanding her sexual horizons.We started with some of the things that married couples can do, such as light bondage, public exhibitionism, watersports, and fantasy role playing. Anytime she put up any resistance, I quoted the title of this piece. She sometimes looked at me with a mortified.