Sitting in my desk chair I knew I’d be even with his zipper. I could rub his cock through his jeans, or even give him a blowjob, and from the door i...t would look like we were talking. Damn I wanted him bad. It was driving me nuts. I wasn’t some old housewife that never got any and was looking for something to spice up my life. I’m 23 and my husband was ready and willing whenever I wanted some. Sure my husband’s a jerk, but I love my daughter and at the moment life is better for her if I stay. She motioned with her own mouth: open up and stick your tongue out!With a stab of chagrin on top of what he already felt, Jord felt he had no choice but to follow the wordless command. The woman smiled at him nastily as he lowered her hairy cunt to his mouth. He tried not to gag, both for the feeling of having his mouth filled by her flesh and hair, and for the taste. He never could have imagined the taste! Salty and bitter. No doubt partly resulting from lack of washing.The woman pulled at his. Yesss," I hissed. The whispers, the touches. True to form I began to feel aroused. The stroking of my skin has always been intensely intimate. Now, knowing Joe was right there watching and observing was making my pussy contract and flood.He moved lower now, his thumbs massaging the twin dimples above my ass cheeks and I groaned. "Oh God. Right there..." I sucked in a sharp breath of air and he eased up on the pressure only to come back with the perfect amount of friction. "Mmm. Perfect Cass.. It took a long time for the plug to be worked in, and Trish was in agony.It reminded her of the night Tyrone had anally raped her. Trishcontinuedto scream into the gag, until eventually, the widest part of the plug gotpast her sphincter, and the plug slipped all the way home,Trish sagged in relief, but continued to sob gently at the violation shehad endured.Fook stroked Trish?s head gently, "It?s over now," she said brightly,smiling at Trish.As Trish recovered, Fook checked her phone. "Oooohh,.