I got about halfway down the upstairs hallway before I could see anything. My wife was pinned up against the bedroom wall, and some Hispanic stud was ...ucking her from behind. Her breasts were mashed against the wall, her eyes shut tight, and her mouth open as she moaned and urged this bull to keep on fucking her. The stud that was slamming his prick into my wife was young, not more than thirty, with a deep outdoor tan that complemented his naturally olive skin. His well-muscled body was shining. My breath catches in my throat. "Get on the bed." I do, on all fours. Then I wait. Sam is behind me, but I know better than to hurry him. Sometimes he likes to rub his dick up and down my slit, other times he fingers me to make sure I'm ready. There can't be much doubt of that; I can feel my own wetness on my inner thighs. The air smells of sex, already. I can still taste Franklin on my tongue. When Sam enters me I gasp. It's been a while; I'm not really used to the sheer girth of him, but. "Janice sat up, "You like, Master?" I like indeed," the man replied, "Now which of these two fillies would you like to spend some quality one-on-one time with?"Janice smiled, "Why, I think I need to get to know number 2 better, Master, if you permit me to." Why certainly," Ray smiled as he stepped over to Amanda, "And I will enjoy the sweet company of number 1."The man was dressed casually in a black, tight-fitting t-shirt and jeans. Mandy noticed that he had also changed into a pair of black. "Master, please tell this disobedient slut what she can do to be in your good graces again?" I pleaded. He said nothing for a few minutes. I heard only his breathing. I imagined he was examining me, his property, his whore, his toy. He leaned forward and stroked my soft hair. "Stand up pet," he said roughly. I stood up, now face to face with him. He continued to run his fingers through my long and layered hair. My hair was freshly washed, dried and curled for him. The remains of the day were.
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