THe magnificent shape of her breasts, the perfect curve to them, the way they bounced. They were, at my guess, 42 D's. ... The days went by and I would see new peeks but always be enticed by the sight of Blessings breasts. Not a day went by that I didn't look, and on one day that she was sick, I thought. So after a little while i accepted the fact that i was going to have to complete this task, since i had already failed my first one. Failing to complete my first task is the reason i ended up being locked in chastity. I wasn't about to screw this one up. So, now we fast forward to my next evening in chastity, 3/30/13. Mistress Naciel asks me to pick a number between 3 and 10. (I will explain this in another diary entry). I end up choosing the # 5. Mistress starts laughing wickedly and says. ” When she sees the look on my face, she answers, “I know your husband’s been screwing your 18 year old next door neighbor…and I think some other local teens, too.” She quickly adds, “I know you’ll hate me for it, but you had to know.” No, I don’t hate her for telling me. Perhaps I’ve always suspected, but subconsciously shied away from facing the truth of my husband’s infidelity. But, 18 year old girls, am I married to that kind of pervert? Probably reacting to the stricken look on my face,. Sally didn't resist, withing seconds we were French kissing passionately, and gliding our hands over each others' smooth wet flesh. Our arousal was so mutual that we became fiercely competitive. One minute I'd be nursing lustfully on her bobbling milk bags while groping her succulent buttocks, and the next she's have her face wedged deep in my cleavage as she caressed my clean shaven pussy.Eventually, I maneuvered Sally up onto the deck, splayed her shapely gams, and hunkered down to nuzzle her.