Mister Richards raised his face up from my quivering mound, his mouth, chin and cheeks shiny and wet with my juices and smiled at me fatherly like before slowly shaking his head. "Tonight as your guest, you belong to me, Sonya...your husband may not touch you. That privilege belongs solely to me."

I thought I heard Donnie let slip a girlish sob of frustration as I replied, "Whatever you wish, Mister Richards. I belong to you, pussy, ass, mouth and heart." Mister Richards chuckled happily at my submission and resumed eating me, his tongue doubling its efforts as he licked me to orgasm not once, but twice. My banker certainly...