As I increased the pressure, I also began to pull them out from the body and to twist them slightly.Soon her face was a mask of pain and she was plead...ing with me to stop. "Unnhhhh... Please no more. Please stop."Sensing I had reached a limit, I slowly released the pressure and watched the blood flow back into each tortured nipple. I would have plenty of time later to continue torturing those beautiful breasts."Face your desk," I ordered next.She turned about and stood facing her desk. I could. As her glistening fingers turned up the heat she imagined herself surrounded by men, men touching every single part of her body, men filling every single place. She cried out as she reached the plateau, sluing the summit of pleasure she cried out again, and again as she found herself enclosed in a white-hot daze of breath-stopping body-stiffening Kegel-clenching ecstasy. She remained at the peak for an incredible time, breathless, and at long last, finally, zigzagging down in a series of moans. He had caught us. He had seen Pete fucking me. Damn damn damn, what was I thinking? What had I done?" I moaned to myself.I staggered back inside and fell into a kitchen chair. My mind ran over the previous night and all that had been said and done. First Pete's arrival and the normal flirtatious BS he loved to spread. I found myself enjoying it. David was a near perfect husband but with all the work and the kids and all, there hadn't been much time for flirtation and I realized I had missed. She pulledmy hand to cup her near non-existent breast, and once my touch found hershe kissed me again. Ignoring her husband (I would find out), she pulledme by the hand, causing my hard cock to snap out of his mouth, and thenslap him in the face when it retracted. She pulled me over to the islandin the kitchen, pushed me against it, and then back on it, and walked tothe table. All of this happened so fast, and I had to put the piecestogether later, but she got a chair from the table, sat him in.