But she was impatient. She pulled her skirts up and put his hand between her legs to her dripping sweet spot.
“OHHHH FUCK!” she screamed, holding onto my head for dear life as an orgasm ripped through her body; then another as I gave her a vigorous two-fingered G-spot fucking.
The, in an air of complete authority, he lets my husband know why he is here. “Well Bob, I’m your wife’s Master and she is my whore.