Get 'em nice and messy." I complied, letting what seemed like an unlikely amount of spit fall out of my mouth onto him, and then promptly spread it ar...ound with my tongue. That's when he realized which pair of panties I had picked out."Oh, so you love cum?" Mmm-hmmm. I want to drink your cum, daddy," I offered."Are you a cumslut?" Yes," I confirmed, without hesitation."Good girl. But are you a nasty cumslut?" Yes, daddy. You can do anything you want to me." I almost added "within reason" but it. In reality I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I’ve never had so much difficulty controlling my emotions. I was torn with the realization that this was my wife breaking our wedding vows, but her story actually turned me on. She explained that she’d picked a guy with a motorcycle and he had taken her out for a ride before going back to his place in the middle of the afternoon. She said he was good-looking, but a little rough around the edges. It was very hard for me to picture my. All I could do in the meantime was play along with her.Then, while I was in the kitchen getting some lunch together, I spotted a phone. I realised how simple it would be to give my folks a call!I picked it up and went to dial; but I could hear Mrs Kemp already on the line; in conversation with a man and what I heard was staggering!She was outlining the erotic scenes she had captured on video of me with Bengy; while I had been in an hallucinogenic drugged state; just hours ago!She described me. However, this was the first time that Colin had visited his home, even though they had been going out together now for nearly a month. Colin sat down next to her placing his arm along the back of the settee behind her pulling her towards him. Barbie lifted her arm to view her watch.“They’ll both be out for the count by now, told you we’d have the place to ourselves!”“Are you sure about this, I mean one of them could come down?” Colin inferred giving her a peck on the cheek.“Believe me…once my.