I began to build a rhythm,using my hands on the stool to enable me to move back and forth, theplug aching in my ass as I moved. As I did this she lift...ed one of herlegs and hooked it over my shoulders, resting it on my back. Her legstopped my mouth leaving her cock, and I was now trapped, and as Imoved down, I felt gentle growing pressure that pushed my head furtherdown onto her cock, pushing past my throat. I struggled and tried tosplutter and the pressure relented, only to be reapplied, gently. " Tom said"That is the purpose of a car. I tell anyone who asks about my crappy Toyota that, if I wanted to look cool, I would have bought a Harley," I said it with a laugh. We shared other trivial things during the ten minute ride to the waffle house restaurant."I was expecting something a little more home town," I said."We would have had to go into Philly for that, This place is fine for breakfast that won't have you in the bathroom all day," he said. Over breakfast he told me his wife had. This was to be managed with a bedtime blowjob and a milky hot chocolate. Even if he did wake up, you had your cover story sorted. "Yea, I couldn't sleep so I went to the gym." God bless twenty-four-hour gyms, you thought.The opportunity came a few nights later, sooner than you thought, to be fair. You'd just have to hope you got round there before one of his many sluts did! The outfit was easy to decide on, you didn't have many for a start. Weirdly, your husband wasn't that into them. The. I was punishing them for being so sensitive and distracting me all day. When I reached the bed room I pulled my silk blouse over my head, unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor...and made my way to the bathroom. I watched myself torment my breasts in the mirror above the sink. My breasts felt heavy and full. My nipples so sore. I pulled my skirt up with one hand and the other continued to tease and torment my nipple. I could feel the wetness on my bikini panties. I wanted my other hand on.