through.
From a secure and comfortable relationship with Barry, to opening her thighs and allowing Jill to bring her to orgasm with the vibrator - having John screw her, use and abuse her... And all within a couple of days! 'I'm enjoying this!' she giggled in her new-found sexual deviance, her gown flowing behind her as she breezed into the kitchen, her blatant nakedness arousing her.
Sitting at the kitchen table gazing out of the window,
Marianne felt sure that she'd caught a glimpse of someone skulking in the bushes at the end of the garden. Turning her head to one side, she noticed Barry from the corner of her eye. 'What the hell's he doing hiding out there? He's supposed to be at work!' The stark realization suddenly hit her-he was spying on her!
As the doorbell rang, she was in two minds about letting John in. Barry was obviously going to wait until John was screwing her, and then burst in and . . . And what? she wondered. If John uses the word and takes advantage of me, then that's Barry's fault! But why the hell did he ask John to come round knowing fall well what would happen?
The situation was ridiculous! All this because I pretended to have a secret word and had a laugh with Barry! she thought. Now he's set me up! And he's spying on me! Again, another side to Barry was coming to light, but what was he up to? 'To hell with it!' she cursed, dashing through the hall and opening the front door to John.
The kitchen , she mused. Might as well give Barry a good view! 'Come through, John, I'll put the kettle on,' she invited, her gown provocatively revealing her fall, rounded breasts.
'I hope you don't mind me calling round like this?' he smiled anxiously, following her into the kitchen. 'Only, Barry's call worried me.'
'Worried you - why?'
'First of all he asked me whether I'd been to see you, and then he said that he didn't like you being alone in the house all day. He suggested that, if I had the time, I come and keep you company. In the end, he almost begged me to come round!'
'Why didn't you tell me all this when you rang?'
'I suppose I didn't want you thinking that Barry had sent me here to check up on you. Has he always been so concerned about you?'
'No -1 can't think why he's suddenly so worried! I wonder what he thinks I get up to?'
Glimpsing Barry hiding in the bushes, Marianne wondered again at his peculiar plan. But the question wouldn't leave her mind. Why? Why set me up with John? If he firmly believed that the word worked, which he did, then what would he gain from catching her red-handed with John? She prayed that John would use the word so that she could discover what was behind Barry's curious plan, apart from sheer madness! Turning to face John, her gown open, revealing her blonde pubes, her pinken slit, she smiled.
'Barry left early this morning, and he probably won't be home until very late. I suppose I do get lonely sometimes,' she said, allowing her gown to fall further apart. 'But I can't think why he's suddenly so concerned about me!'
'Juxtaposition!'
Her face serene, her hands relaxed by her sides, Marianne gazed into space. 'Take your dressing gown off!' John ordered her firmly. Rising to her feet, concealing a wicked grin, she slipped the robe over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. With Barry watching the bizarre proceedings, her submissive obedience, she felt a delightful gush of desire surge through her contracting womb.
'Kneel at my feet!' John ordered. Complying, Marianne was thankful that her naked body was in full view through the backdoor glass. Barry would be watching her every move, she knew as she gazed at John's bulging jeans. 'Undo my belt and pull my jeans down!' her master commanded unashamedly.
John's penis was big, too big, Marianne thought as the rampant organ sprang to life before her wide eyes. The silky-smooth purple plum glistening invitingly, her vaginal juices began to flow in torrents as she imagined sucking on the young man's knob, drinking his
From a secure and comfortable relationship with Barry, to opening her thighs and allowing Jill to bring her to orgasm with the vibrator - having John screw her, use and abuse her... And all within a couple of days! 'I'm enjoying this!' she giggled in her new-found sexual deviance, her gown flowing behind her as she breezed into the kitchen, her blatant nakedness arousing her.
Sitting at the kitchen table gazing out of the window,
Marianne felt sure that she'd caught a glimpse of someone skulking in the bushes at the end of the garden. Turning her head to one side, she noticed Barry from the corner of her eye. 'What the hell's he doing hiding out there? He's supposed to be at work!' The stark realization suddenly hit her-he was spying on her!
As the doorbell rang, she was in two minds about letting John in. Barry was obviously going to wait until John was screwing her, and then burst in and . . . And what? she wondered. If John uses the word and takes advantage of me, then that's Barry's fault! But why the hell did he ask John to come round knowing fall well what would happen?
The situation was ridiculous! All this because I pretended to have a secret word and had a laugh with Barry! she thought. Now he's set me up! And he's spying on me! Again, another side to Barry was coming to light, but what was he up to? 'To hell with it!' she cursed, dashing through the hall and opening the front door to John.
The kitchen , she mused. Might as well give Barry a good view! 'Come through, John, I'll put the kettle on,' she invited, her gown provocatively revealing her fall, rounded breasts.
'I hope you don't mind me calling round like this?' he smiled anxiously, following her into the kitchen. 'Only, Barry's call worried me.'
'Worried you - why?'
'First of all he asked me whether I'd been to see you, and then he said that he didn't like you being alone in the house all day. He suggested that, if I had the time, I come and keep you company. In the end, he almost begged me to come round!'
'Why didn't you tell me all this when you rang?'
'I suppose I didn't want you thinking that Barry had sent me here to check up on you. Has he always been so concerned about you?'
'No -1 can't think why he's suddenly so worried! I wonder what he thinks I get up to?'
Glimpsing Barry hiding in the bushes, Marianne wondered again at his peculiar plan. But the question wouldn't leave her mind. Why? Why set me up with John? If he firmly believed that the word worked, which he did, then what would he gain from catching her red-handed with John? She prayed that John would use the word so that she could discover what was behind Barry's curious plan, apart from sheer madness! Turning to face John, her gown open, revealing her blonde pubes, her pinken slit, she smiled.
'Barry left early this morning, and he probably won't be home until very late. I suppose I do get lonely sometimes,' she said, allowing her gown to fall further apart. 'But I can't think why he's suddenly so concerned about me!'
'Juxtaposition!'
Her face serene, her hands relaxed by her sides, Marianne gazed into space. 'Take your dressing gown off!' John ordered her firmly. Rising to her feet, concealing a wicked grin, she slipped the robe over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. With Barry watching the bizarre proceedings, her submissive obedience, she felt a delightful gush of desire surge through her contracting womb.
'Kneel at my feet!' John ordered. Complying, Marianne was thankful that her naked body was in full view through the backdoor glass. Barry would be watching her every move, she knew as she gazed at John's bulging jeans. 'Undo my belt and pull my jeans down!' her master commanded unashamedly.
John's penis was big, too big, Marianne thought as the rampant organ sprang to life before her wide eyes. The silky-smooth purple plum glistening invitingly, her vaginal juices began to flow in torrents as she imagined sucking on the young man's knob, drinking his
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