I want desperately to get fucked by him, but am hesitating since it is a sin. He also is avoiding me, he is not regularly coming home inweekends.Mrs S...: Ohh, ok.I: Tell me honestly, if you had a son, would you have allowed him to fuck you?Mrs S: How old is your son?I: 20Mrs S: If I had a son I would have seduced him as soon he first ejaculated.I: So you think I should fuck him?Mrs S: Yes if he also wants to. Ok have to go now. Bye.I also bid her bye, closed laptop as Bus was about to leave. I. Holding my head up high, I trot out into the center of the room, before Mistress’ two assistants. She wallops me good near the back of the neck to tell me to lower my eyes, and my head drops significantly. I gingerly walk ahead on all fours, eyes down but tracking on Mistress’ lead, the stings of the crop gathering on my back, my ass, and now the backs of my legs. Then, She stops, and so do I. Mistress chuckles, a deep resonating sound that sends little hot needles into my spine from head. Quietly having his orgasm, letting his mind wander while his eyes are fixed to the screen, then shooting his cum into a tissue so that his wife doesn’t find out.Now-a-days, he finds himself sat at his desk, at work, fantasising about clamping his teeth around a woman’s clit, rubbing it, lapping up her juices when she cums. Finger fucking her cunt until she writhing and then slipping his 7 inch cock into her tight arsehole.Today was like any other day. He’d got home from work at 5:30 and rushed. Shifting his hips away from her, he stroked his fingers between her thighs, a growl of triumph escaping his lips as she opened herself to him. His fingers were coated in her juices as he probed between the soft curls, seeking the hard little nub that could give her release. Finding it, he began to circle it, causing her to writhe beneath him at the double onslaught, her breath coming out in gasping cries as she felt herself close to the edge. Lifting his head from her breasts, he looked down.