And yet he holds the reins tightly, keeping me on a razor's edge of pleasure and bliss. I scream like the wanton slut that I am. I’m not even sure t...hat it's words leaving my mouth, but I beg my master. For what exactly I’m not sure. However, my body has a pretty good idea what it wants, which is everything. “Look at you, you’re a filthy slut, soaking your master’s cock in your office,” he says as he roughly fists my hair, arching my back. I try to make a mental note to have a mirror placed in. Bottle blonde hair with dark roots. Freckles-she never wore makeup. And dark eyes. Her tits were okay and she had a nice shape. And she was married to a big time realtor guy in our town. I learned how often she would color her hair, about every six weeks. Sometimes it would be very blonde, sometimes golden blonde. Sometimes she would get it before you could see her roots sometimes she had some dark roots showing. But I always made it a point to compliment her when she colored it. And this. I started slowly jerking my own dick looking at the pleasure my wife was eliciting and the giant dick that Jake was exhibiting that Bree seemingly was oblivious of, she was so very clearly absorbed in apparently the best oral sex she had ever received. My mind kept flashing back to Kate...My cameras were at the other end of the house and I dared not miss what was going on by getting one, yet being the professional photojournalist I dreaded not capturing this erotic vision.Jake's cock started. Aleasa, god you never felt that good, sorry it was so fast, I had been thinking about you all day. I couldn’t believe it. He got soft so fast, I had to get the cum out from my pussy again. I dressed after the bathroom and went down stairs. After dinner, Liz and Chole walked in the door with Christopher, apparently Chloe’s car had a problem and they called Christopher to drive them to our house. Jeff left with Chloe and Liz to get there car, I thanked god that Chirstopher had left.