It was a vulnerable, subservient act, that gave her a mini orgasm each time a fresh cock was buried in her throat. She had learned that when drinking... alcohol, she could relax her throat and control her gag reflex. She realized that her husband’s dick really wasn’t big enough to gag her anyway. In fact, it was not even enjoyable, compared to the large cocks she had taken last night. What a difference a day made in her opinion of her husband.She sucked every dick in the circle but brought. His dad would not be able to access the nude pictures any more. He would leave it at that and not even mention Vickie saw him jerking off. Frank wasn't so worried that his dad would be embarrassed, but more worried that he would get off on Vickie watching him and do it again and again.Vickie reached between Frank's legs and wrapped her hands around his growing shaft. He jokingly said "maybe next time you could give the old man a hand if you know what I mean". They both laughed. Even though. She moves with grace and form to her knees, her thighs wide, her sex already swollen and glistening. She as always ready for what manner of debauchery you inflict. She is yours, always, and she knows her place. However, she does challenge you and you wouldn’t want her any other way. You enjoy the game, breaking her again and again. And you know, without doubt that she enjoys it too. She boldly looks up, meeting your gaze, her head tipping minutely as she whispers softly, “How may this slut. It has been my pleasure in knowing you and I consider you to be a good friend. Good luck and please keep in touch. Please let me know how things are going for you. If I can ever be of any help to you in the future, please let me know.”Mark thought it was a good news/bad news situation. Her engagement solved a problem but the sex with such a beautiful passionate woman was something only a few men in this world would ever enjoy. Trish did have a good heart and Stu was a lucky guy.A thank-you note.