Leaning back against the bedroom door in her silky, white robe, Missy's mind screamed along a rollercoaster track of thoughts about what she'd just done.

How did that happen? Why did it? She asked herself over and over, even though she knew. She just didn't want to admit...

It'd started with him demanding that she give him a hand-job or else he'd show his father -- her husband -- a video that could ruin her marriage. Somehow her concession to his first demand ended up with her sucking his cock until she swallowed his load. And not just in a way that would appease him. No, she'd eagerly taken him...