“Yeah, okay.” Chloe snorted. “He tried to put up with us actually becoming progressive. He tolerated my little game of fighting for equality, in... a culture of oppression. But caring? He didn’t care, couldn’t care. Because, he’s a man, so everything’s just fine as it is in his little world at the top, living in privilege.”“Alright, now you’re bullshitting me.” Emily laughed, not caring what swears slipped out.“Excuse me?” Chloe asked.“Privilege? Did you forget every fuckin’ thing you know about. After a minute or two of continuous fucking, my wife’s lips parted. I could see even her body had begun to move – moving to the rhythm of the man’s body ! I couldnt believe it. Was my wife beginning to enjoy it ?The very thought brought out precum from my cock.I was watching this man fucking my wife right in middle of the bus. He was trying to keep a straight face so that if others see him, they shouldn’t be able to make out whats Going on. But my wife was having a difficult time trying to keep. “Mm, she was rather a good slut” agreed Master Hart. Mistress stared at me. “Well, clean him up, you whore” she barked. I jumped and began to lap the cum of his cock. “Good. Well, thank you for your time Master Hart, I hope to see you soon,” said Mistress as Master Hart zipped up his trousers. “Thank you, Gina, I hope to see you too,” he replied before leaving.“Well, slut. Wasn’t that nice for you? Something to fill your slutty pussy.”“Yes Mistress, Thank you Mistress” I said still kneeling. I. She was dressed in a long winter jacket but only a dress ,nylons and high heeled boots that came up to just below her knees underneath.I told her that I didn't hear her pull in. I didn't she replied I went off the road about a mile from here so I walked home. You must be freezing I said. She took off her jacket and grabbed a blanket from the closet on her way to the couch. Sitting on the couch she took off her boots and wrapped up in the blanket. Telling me she was froze to the bone she asked.