Taking the big silver headphones, I went back tomy bed, breathing hard, my penis kind of throbbing.She went right up to that chair, then turned around... and looked at me,and smiled again. It was incredible, like she was really there. She wasreally like me - like it was a mirror again but I had breasts and longhair, and that big chair...It had restraint straps, lots of strange equipment around the sides,lots of wires connecting it to the wall, and a huge silver helmet withheadphone pieces, waiting. Her wardrobe, especially as far as sexy lingerie was concerned, grew at a rapid rate and I knew for sure that a lot of it she never wore for me. What I didn't understand was why if she was having an affair she was hiding it from me. She had to know that she would have had my complete approval. I'd been mentioning my desire to see her with another man for quite some time, but all she did was to continue to relate her fantasies to me at night when we were in bed. I began to think that what she. Yes, Satan was at work within him. He had come as close as dammit is to swearing to committing adultery. But even though he had taken advantage of his lovely, married parishioner he still wanted more. He wanted to make her an adulteress. To take advantage of her naïveté and be with her as only her husband had a right to be.Bonny was at home. And she felt good. Great! She knew she had given her minister great pleasure, just as he had done to her. She did not understand why he hadn't joined with. “Where do you want my spunk Patricia? In your mouth or up your cunt” I enquired somewhat breathless.Without a word she turned around, my cock slipping out of her wet cunt and sat back on to the toilet seat. She quickly pulled my cock into her mouth and began to slurp on it noisily. Reaching down between her legs with my right hand I began to finger her swollen clit. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I exploded into her mouth, shooting my spunk towards the back of her throat. She groaned with.