"I saw you admiring these tight fittin' jeans I have on," here she flushed a little, "and for a dance or two I'll tell you the story behind them."She ...grabbed my hand on pulled me onto the dance floor. The band had just kicked in with a faster number, "Play Me Something I can Swing To," and she was clearly much more comfortable with this type of dancing. The band played several more fast ones then segued into a slow version of "Night Life." She tentatively moved in closer, then after a minute. Had she spoken through the fence before and received no response?"Did you come to let me out?" she asked hopefully."No. I'm going to replenish your supplies and give you two more tapes to watch." How long are you going to keep me here?" The rest of your life." Please, David," she whimpered. "Let me go. I've been punished enough. Give me papers to sign. I'll admit what I did and ask for nothing in our divorce. Just let me go home."I said nothing."David, talk to me! Why are you doing this to. " cough, "sexually available... or something, for the husband too?" I asked coyishly. Robert nodded. "Yeah, and the bull too. That's me. I'm the Bull, OK? The bull is the main man and..."I interrupted, "OK, fine. I can do that. Who knows? I might like it." "Whoa, slow down, Homer, I was gonna say, it's all mainly about the lady, pleasing the wife, making her cum over and over again." Oh, yeah, I got you," I stammered."Well, good then. We'll be a great fucking team, just like something out of. My pussy accidentally pulsated around him, making him moan as well. How could I not clench around him? He filled me entirely, pushing my body to the maximum. “FUCK I can’t get in all the way!” He said angrily. He started pounding in and out of me, making me cry out. My pussy lubricated itself at the idea of him completely dominating me. But at the same time I was praying my husband James would walk in at any moment. Not that he could physically do anything. Jeremy over powered him in any match,.