" Fuck. Do you know how horny I am?", she said with a laugh.I laughed with her, "Well, I guess that's something you'll have to deal with yourself." Yo...u'll probably be waking up mom when we get home." Ha, maybe. Or maybe a cold shower." Do you want me to join you?"We laughed again. A few minutes later we pulled into the lane-way of our house. I turned off the car. I looked at Kate. She smiled and mimicked Angela, "Can you help me with this seat belt?". As I leaned over to unclip the belt, I felt. My nice wife was in total control of them telling them when to swap or how to fuck her…Suddenly Ana told them she had enough and that she would be there again on next Monday, to continue with some “works”…Then all three black men just put their cocks away and picked up some real tools; wandering off back to work whilst Anita brushed herself down, put on her clothes and went back to her desk as if nothing had happened..I sneaked off when all was quiet; went downstairs and hurried up back. How would he use her next?She had sucked his cock eagerly, had been fucked, fingered, had cum for him again and again, had yield her ass to him. What was left? Her hair was wet with sweat and cum, her fishnet body stocking ripped and torn into shreds as he had taken her. Her makeup messed up from tears she cried when the orgasms became so very intense she could not help but weep for him. Even then, he had found a new way to take her, he had kissed the tears, drank them from her cheeks. He had. She even spritzed her delicate feminine folds in the eventuality that the esteemed Reverend Harris elected to avail himself of her scented charms with his elegant tongue. She paid equally as much attention and detailed freshening to her puckered brown eye in the hope that the dedicated churchman would fill her nether region with his enlightened spirituality. Just the very thought of his splendid head bobbing between her legs in the seclusion of a cloistered part of the rectory was sufficient to.