Elaine laid on top of Bret's body, fiddled with Bret's limp penis, and said with a flirtatious look, "Do you suspect that your wife is having an affair?" Bret nodded and replied angrily, "Well, I'm going to have someone follow her tomorrow. When I get proof of her cheating on me, I'll make her fuck off and she’ll not get a penny from me." Jezelle shuddered when she heard Bret's words. I was secretly thankful that I installed a pinhole camera in her house! Otherwise, we would not find out about Bret’s evil intentions. And Bret would never dream that Elaine was in cahoots with us! "She's my best friend, I'll keep an eye on her for you. But she doesn't look like she's having an affair! Yesterday when I was having dinner with her, I heard her complain that you don't touch her. She was puzzled about why you were not attracted to her and she feels lonely in the house, especially when you are always out entertaining your customers." "Good! Since she feels lone

A few minutes pass. The girl realized what we had done to her. She got up and looked at Kaley. Kaley lifted her chin and gestured toward the bathroom. The girl quickly picked up her clothes and staggered to the bathroom to clean up. Kaley took her heel off the gigolo’s dick and slapped him. “This is what happens when you betray me! If you ever dare to play tricks on me again, I’ll punish you in a hundred different ways! Remember, do as you’re told and get lost!" threatened Kaley. The gigolo shuddered, nodded repeatedly, and walked toward the bathroom door to wait for his girlfriend. The girl came out of the bathroom looking a lot different from the beginning of the session. She seemed confident and energized. She took a glance at me but then quickly looked at Kaley as if to thank her. She then walked toward the gigolo and kneed him in the groin. The gigolo grunted painfully and collapsed on the ground as she opened the door and swaggered away. Kaley and I both fe

After work, I drove back to the hotel in the new car I had just bought. Jezelle was waiting for me in the room. "Do you think that I was too impulsive?" Jezelle looked a little tired and said as she gently hugged me. I shook my head and assured her, "For a long time, I had hoped you would leave the firm, but I was scared you wouldn't want to!” "Really?" Jezelle was surprised. "Winston will never stop thinking of methods to get into your pants as long as you’re around. Furthermore, I have enough money to support you now!" I gently wrapped my arms around Jezelle and sat her down on my lap. "I ... would like that." Jezelle looked at me emotionally. She held my head and pressed it gently between her breasts. As I buried my face in her cleavage, I was overcome by the scent of her exotic perfume and the pounding of her heart. I unhooked Jezelle's bra and her ample breasts sprung out like they had been released from captivity. I began to grasp one of

At the moonlit balcony. Zelda’s legs were incredibly flexible as she had practiced ballet ever since she was a child. She started to spread her legs widely in positions I have never seen before. She didn’t bend herself like a contortionist, which I find unappealing and quite frankly, a turn-off. She was graceful, alluring, and seductive. She knew just how to make the most of the opportunity to show off her stunningly slender legs. I was dazzled by her artistic display. It felt as if she was performing a nude version of Swan Lake. This was the first time I appreciated the artistic beauty of the female body. It was gracefulness, elegance, and natural beauty in its purest form. I always enjoyed looking at the female body but this was totally different. It was thanks to Zelda’s body that I realized there was more to a woman's body than just lust and carnal pleasures. Its beauty and elegance were a higher order of appreciating God’s creation. I grabbed her taut ass and pus

"She probably came to see if I was dead, and if I was, my assets would all be hers." I could almost imagine just how happy she must have been when she learned that I had fallen off a mountain. Unfortunately, I let her down. Sharon walked in, dressed to the nines, and appeared to be disappointed as she saw me sitting on the bed and leaning on the headboard. "Hubby, didn't they say that you were unconscious? Aren't you fine now? Why didn't you inform me that you were in such a serious incident?" Sharon said as if she was very concerned for me, but I could not detect a trace of concern in her eyes. It was such a contrast that Zelda, my lover for one night, was in tears because I was hurt, while my wife who had shared a bed with me, hoped that I was dead. I looked at Sharon and sneered, "Are you disappointed to see me alive?" "Hubby, how can you say that? I was worried sick when I found out something had happened to you." Sharon said in an exaggerated tone.