I felt, for a moment, like I was being watched. What a strange feeling.I shook my head, my orgasm building and building in me as Steve and Becky drove... towards their own orgasms. I whimpered, my cunt clenching on my three fingers. And then my rapture exploded through me.My pussy convulsed about my digits. I heaved on the toilet, my thoughts dancing with the idea of my husband breeding our daughters. It was so naughty. So wrong. I couldn't wait to return home on Monday to make sure he did it.I. I knew what she wanted then, all of it, she wanted another man with us, one with a dick big enough to satisfy her, and she wanted me to be a part of it, and I knew I wanted the same things. Where this would lead I didn't know, but what did I care, I was just a slave. "Please, mistress, let this slut suck that big dick!", I begged. The dildo came to my mouth again, and this time I sucked the head in. I was tasting my own cum, mixed with my wife/mistress's juices, and I was liking it. She. Imee: What if Sir Lawrence doesn't want me, or cannot love me? I am not a prostitute Ate.Maricar: Oh, Imee. Of course you are not a bad woman. I will talk with my husband. I will not ask you to do this if he says no. OK?Imee: What if after I have a baby, you turn against me? I know you are asking me now, but in the Bible, Sarah turns against her own maid. I read that. You know it is true. Maybe the same will happen to us. I am afraid.Maricar: I see. Yes, you speak the truth. But I am not Sarah. So how do I get a job here?’ ‘The way I just told you. Grab the newspaper off the coffee table. Find the classified ads. Pull that section out. Then take the rest of the paper and lay it out on the sofa before you sit your oily butt down, and look through the ads. Mark the ones that look good to you. Telephone to make appointments for interviews. You’re not risking anything by going to talk with somebody.’ That afternoon Sam made phone calls, and the next morning she took my car to go from one.