I slowly started massaging her head, slowly and slowly, each and every inch of her forehead and hairy aras I covered – it took 15 mins and she was f...eeling fine. I came behind her and she leaned to my chest. I had a good feeling as the hair was tickling my chin. I started massaging her face from behind – both of us were sitting on the bed. Slowly my hands moved down and started massaging her back her, lower neck and shoulders. I felt naughty. Further advance toward the lower neck. My hands. The need for him is extreme. I can’t help but play with my clit, as he fucks my mouth. He begins to move faster, gripping my hair tightly, fucking me a little harder. I can feel the head of his thick cock knock into the back of my throat, making me gag every-so-often. Inhaling it, taking him deeper, knowing that is what he wants, he only moves faster. I set my mouth tighter, my teeth grazing along his thickness. I can feel him throb against my tongue. He grips me hard, yanking me off him, I. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”I explode; frantic helpless sobs shaking my entire body, the tears that were a trickle cascading down my skin, nose running, mouth open as the emptiness of my life and the ephemera of my fantasies blast forth to sunder the still air that envelops me.The front door rattles in its frame announcing Clara’s return.I hide; submerge myself in the bedding, will my quaking body to still, wet cheeks dampening pillows, my distressed hair barely visible above the duvet, and listen to. ” He took a large swig of his drink, and continued, “I bull regularly for a married couple back home actually, and I’ll occasionally meet a couple when I’m away on business.”“Bull?” Vanessa asked, again rather naively. My wife was a brilliant woman, but this conversation had put her fast on her heels.“A Bull is a term used in the lifestyle. It basically means that I sleep with married women. I love taking married women to bed.” Mark replied, bluntly.There was something bizarrely arousing about.