She put her hands around my neck and pressed her body to mine and kissed me deeply. I ran my hands over her back and laid them to rest on her hips and... pulled her as close as I could as the water ran over us. After a few moment of kissing my wife pulled away and said “take me baby make me your water slut!” With that I turned her around so her ass was against my cock. She began to wiggle her but on it so I reach around and put my hands on her pussy and started to play with it. She moaned out. “I am, and I know it is a boy.”“I see. How do you know it is mine?” Jean asked bitterly. “How do you know it is not Le Gris’ bastard in your belly?”“I am too far along for it to be his,” Marguerite explained. “You don’t remember? The night before you left for Paris, you had me. You were exhausted and sick, but I used my mouth on you until you were ready, then I sat on your cock, and you spilled your seed inside me. That night you made your heir.”“How fortunate,” Jean said rather snidely. He was. Not the sexy woman of your sissydreams, a butch, hairy male. You will kiss, suck, lick and generallyworship each of my feet while looking at me and my body."I really struggled. His feet were not clean. The variety of tastes andsmells I was experiencing were anything but pleasant. But I obeyed him,I kissed his feet and toes, I sucked on them, ran my tongue betweeneach toe, I sucked the soles of his feet, I ran my tongue across hisfeet as I massaged his toes. All the time I looked at his body.. She coyly turns her head to the side as I approach. I stiffen and feel my pulse rise. I grab her by the chin, turn her face to mine and push my tongue in her mouth. She makes no effort to return the kiss. I thrust into her jolting her back from wherever she has gone. She grabs the arm holding her down and wiggles her tongue in rhythm to mine. She spasms again and whimpers beneath me. I continue kissing her until she matches my vigor. I pull out and flip her unto her stomach. ‘Get that ass up,’.