She was very aware of what his jeans were disguising. The journey seemed to take ages.At last, they were at the gate, and Cassie said, "I'll open the ...gate, so you can drive up and park on the other side of the house." She paused and gave him an apologetic smile. "The neighbours would wonder — you understand?Dan understood her worry very well. He watched the delightful movement of her as she opened the gate, and he drove inside, waited until the gate was closed. As she climbed back inside, he. After a couple of sips of coffee I said,"I gather you didn't sleep much either?"She looked at me with a sad face and said, "Not much. David is there any way I can make this up to you. I feel like I have hurt you deeply. It isn't anything I planned on or wanted to happen. I just got turned on. I didn't set out to have sex with him." But you would have." Maybe, I don't really know. But if I had, I would have still been your wife, still in love with you."There was a long silence. It seemed longer. Despite what many of the people surrounding her probably thought, Donna had not had very many cocks in her life. In fact, the cock that was at that point thrusting in and out of her mouth was only the fourth cock she had ever tasted. And then that cock was spurting a load of cum into her mouth. Donna held the cum in her mouth, savoring the taste. She knew that by the end of this weekend she would be an expert at the different flavors of cum.She felt the rope around her neck tug as the man. I was her, and just as I'd predicted developing the rules of the game,everything useful I knew of my former self had gone. I was to be leftjust enough to comprehend the enormity of what I had so freely givenaway, but no more than that.So I could remember exactly how I invented Swappy Lady one October inParis. I remembered in my childhood there was a girl called Mary Wiles,but I don't know where she lived. I remembered I was once married, and Iworked in some sort of professional role, and that.