Masies ordeals start...

Grace shoved down her black silk thong. I very much liked when she was wearing lingerie like that. Seeing her now stripping it down in front of Masie was a very, very hot sight. Especially when I watched how she was looking down at Masie while doing it. You could tell that she clearly was not willing to accept Masie as an equal, nor she was going to accept anything than Masies eager obedience...

Wow this was hot as hell. I took Masies neck in order to help my wife in case that she would put up any petulant behaviour...

Being distracted by my stream of thoughts I neglected taking Masie for a moment, but a swift glance of my wifes feverish gleaming eyes made me realize it in a second.

Covetingly I reassumed to jack hammer my solid spear into this snatch, making it mine in a way I never did before...

I saw how both Balthazar and the little bitch on the desk in front of me started to understand my intention.

Balthazar full of relish watched me as I slide down my thong. I knew how he like me in slinky garments and silk as well as leather have become his favourites recently. My dear husband I know you so well... I inwardly smiled by the thought. Yet this situation was new to both of us, I didn´t knew about Masie having potentially already experiences with a situation like that.

However I couldn´t care less about it when I grabbed her hair twisted it around my wrist and **** my already wet and pulsing minge into her face. Hissing at her:

"Eat me you slut and don´t dare to do not your utmost!"

A shiver run down my spine when I started to act so agressiv and demanding.... what an unknown thrill that was!

I was still in shock when this twisted bitch pulled down her thong....I could nearly hear the fabric protested so badly she was treating this precious piece of lingerie....

Her twat was already glistening from her slime.... inhaling a mix of her exquisit perfume and the musky smell of her lusting snatch...

When she forcefully dragged me by my hair towards her mons I realized that the pervy old vixen must be dead serious about what she was snarling:

"Eat me you slut and don´t dare to do not your utmost!"

I tensed and feeling her husbands strong hand grabbing my neck...those hands who had stunningly smoothly caressed me early this day...now forcefully making sure that my head was set on track for his harlot of wifes stinking old fuck slot, I was shocked again by his betrayal and tears started to run down my cheeks...

I am not sure yet I had the impression that she realized and savoured me starting to realize the true nature of my situation...