She tells me about her experiences. Which really turned me on because I could only picture my husband and I in these scenarios. As my face starts to t...urn red I asked her if she would go to the restroom with me. We walk into a stall and I asked her if she could show me her breast. They were beautiful not too big or small. Perfectly round and supple c cups with perfect pink nipples. I bring my phone out and ask if I can send my husband a picture of me licking her nipples. She gave a little giggle. Our shift ended that day, so we went home, me to my spouse, and her to hers. But we continued to send messages. We were both pretty sure that something involving sex was going to happen at some point in the future. I asked her what would happen if I were to cum inside of her. She said that she was scared of c***d birth, but she would be more than willing to get a plan B pill. Then, talking along those lines, I made a comment to which she replied "Breed me" which I found so arousing that I. It wasn’t until this moment did the severity of the situation really hit me. This could be bad. I may never see him again. I may have ruined his marriage. She still may kill me yet. He puts his finger under my chin, lifting it, looking me in the eyes, he kisses me sweetly. “Don’t worry babe, it will all be okay. I promise.” “When are we leaving?” I ask.“We can’t leave tonight. It has started to snow. I don’t want to risk driving in this.” I looked out the window. I hadn’t realized that. He desired to partake ofMistress's erotic aura. However, Nicole placed the folded robe on one ofthe chairs.Mistress now stood in her black bustier, stockings and evening gloves. Herbustier almost reached to her hips, her stance displaying the dildo to itsbest advantage. Although Charles was proud of his cock, Mistress had himat a disadvantage. Standing before him she allowed the knob of her dildoto kiss his knob, and then let her knob rub along the length of his shaftgently bobbing against his.