I never thought it would be cheating.
I never thought it was cheating <unk> 5
I think that was also the first time when I arrived at home and Paul suspected something. I don't know, to this day I confess it is just a guess because when I entered he thought I was pale and asked me if anything had happened due to my delay. I quickly told him that I met a friend who has not seen for some time and we were talking for a long time without seeing how much time passed. But he looked differently, looking very suspicious and I ran into the bathroom. But when I left the bathroom he was near the door and came again asking questions. My butt had been marked quite red by Mr Carlos's recent slaps, and I was afraid that he wanted to see something, I don't know, and insisted on it. Roberta pays attention to my daughter, on Thursday the 18th so we have more than 15 days (it was 28 of the previous month) I will need you. I won't even look for you before and I don't want you to look for me because I really must give a little trip, but before the day 18, I call you to confirm it. That's what I was involved in! A suspicious husband and a mistress, owner or whatever mysterious. But before the 18th Mr Carlos called finding me one night still alone at home and asked a series of questions. Roberta my daughter tells me about your job, what you do there, how much you earn, everything. But there was also a much more intense pleasure to live. He said no because he still had to leave work and asked if I'd already arranged things for missing on the 18th commenting that he too wanted me very badly, but he would like me to meet someone on this day of his dearest loved one. He wanted me to put on the barbecue shorts, play shorts and a T-shirt that he would leave wrapped up in my doorstep at this very moment and meet him in the garage. It was a sleeveless golden shirt with glitter all over it. I remember meeting Dona Joana in the elevator who was staring at me from head to toe, showing all her strangeness of seeing me dressed like this for a weekday at ten o'clock in the morning. The short shorts that were already really short had been hung up even more as Mr. Carlos asked. My T-shirt could see almost my entire breasts through its side decals if you put some effort into it. Luckily Mr. Carlos's car, which he only used even when traveling, had insulin film that made it difficult to see from the outside, he was already on waiting for me and I ran in. Linda! My little piranha! You are beautiful! I still smile suspicious of everything but excited about everything too and especially with him who said this by spreading his right hand over my left thigh. Mister Carlos, look you know I can not come back very late... Don't worry whore, we won't go far like this, the most important thing is that you will not be seen, understand? I nodded my head and felt like touching him. Oh, God! How much of a whore was I already? But I looked at him with an imploring look on his face and touched it over the thin linen trousers he wore. His soft thing immediately started to get hard in my affectionate hand and he smiled maliciously. His instant groan immediately soaked my panties. - Very well, married whore! That's very good... He was talking between moans. I had an impulse to take his hand in order that he might somehow prick me the muzzle, but I understood that he was driving and continued just fondly sucking on his incredibly hard cock already. I didn't see anything, where we were going, at what sign we stopped etc. I only sucked, trying to go down into the bag and please him in every possible way. We did not stay like this for about 40 minutes when he spoke. We arrived Roberta I immediately recovered myself and he closed his pants collecting. One of those garage gates immediately began to open and Mr Carlos came in with the car parked further away. I remember that it was then that I realized I was in a completely insecure situation, not knowing what would or could happen next, only trusting entirely on a man who had known so recently... It was a huge house, an even mansion and a lady seemed to be quite polite and kind came towards us showing she already knew Monsieur Charles for a long time. Carlos comes in, he enters as soon as his Sergio has been asking for you all the time. And so we come in. From one of the doors to a huge room came out a gentleman who immediately made me shudder. I think even by looking at him. He was cold and hungry like any predatory animal's. He looked at me from head to foot and then smiled with the corner of his mouth without showing his teeth. Roberta is pleased that she can see it; I know her name now. And extended my hand which I touched half gracelessly. Her hand was as cold as her look. You say this much better personally than what Carlo could have said. That got closer. I was really afraid of him and when I looked around for Mr. Carlos to say something on my behalf, he already turned his back and said Wait a little while I'll be right back Roberta.. The man had beyond that cold and cruel look, an almost completely white gray beard. He strangely wore a black jacket without a shirt and his hairy back and chest were so white as the beard was totally exposed. At this point I understood everything, Mister Charles somehow gave me over to that man, thought which made me shudder. He was about the height of Mr. Carlos and they must have been more or less the same age. Even his belly looked like that of Monsieur Charles's. But this look... It was colder and cruel A rather wide black trousers also loosened from waist to feet. You have wonderful legs Roberta, you are all beautiful Robert.. And I love mistreating wonderful women ... Your half hoarse voice, your funeral manner and your last words made me tremble with fear even. I was scared dead. Give me your hand little girl, give here it is shaking. My God! Where is Mister Carlos who does not appear? I stretched out my right hand already trembling and could see again the toothless smile of the man appear in the corner of his mouth. The hostess who welcomed us suddenly reappeared there surprising me and opened a door while the man led me to that door which this woman would have opened. When I entered this room my stomach twisted involuntarily. I was really shocked by what I saw and fear grew much more. There were two women with well-made bodies over blindfold tied on the wall. They were completely naked in x's fixed to the wall and whimpering begging until he laughing (this time with exposed teeth) approached one of them as if showing himself for me and touched her vagina gently. The girl shook it all up and moaned. He gave a small chuckle that made me tremble and leaned over hitting hard on the left breast of the girl who cried out loudly and then went towards the other, beating dry into her vagina. This other woman wept even louder screaming and he laughed also louder. I started involuntarily shaking from fear myself. I looked back and saw only closed door. The room was really strange, it looked like something from the Middle Ages I don't know. So he walked over to a solid wooden table on the opposite side of the imprisoned girls and took some kind of penis tied up at the end of a long stick and started inserting into the vagina of the first girl who groaned as if she felt pleasure. He approached with this thing introduced in her and got on his toes, hit her butt which shouted surprised. No! That's when I noticed that after the two girls stuck in x on the wall, there was empty space for another one with hooks nailed to the wall from which came out small leather bracelets, certainly to fasten hands and feet respectively. It was just then he spoke to me. Take off this beautiful gown, look Roberta walks, wow! Immediately I started urinating into my shorts as never before in my life. This is it, peeing, pissing of fear. A secretion of uncontrollable excitement mixed with my incontinent urine completely wetting the short went out of my vagina. Take off all the fucking clothes! He was now shouting at me, completely losing any delicacy. I started to cry and immediately took off my wet shorts. Everything! He yelled again. And I already pulled out a lot of tears, also the underwear and shirt that Mr. Carlos had given me throwing everything nervously on the floor. That's when he approached me fully naked. Every step he made in my direction seemed to make me tremble and urinate more. He came half smiling like a vampire who would drink someone's blood. When he had enough space, he once again surprised me and pulled down his wide pants by jumping a half-soft big stick out and ordered. Suck your bitch first suck! I got on my knees crying as if grateful to be just what he wanted and sucked it without stopping. And one simple pause that I gave was enough for him to shout and tell me not to stop sucking. If you get on your knees! The scream came from the roughness of her strong voice and I obeyed immediately when I felt the woman's hands rise up behind me putting a blindfold over my eyes when she resumed speaking. I don't like my slaves to see the light in front of me. Only I can see it and you will be mine until the end of today. It was agreed with Carlos that he rented you for me. I do not like "renting" but prefer having them for myself. But your case was different. I went crazy when I saw his film eating your ass at the foot of the sofa, while you were wearing a ring and filling up my stock by asking what he wanted from the product he sells. (Film?!) I love real wives. Those two over there are both mine and married as well. The husbands horns they have no idea are actually my whores. It's a bitch of mine, deep down I know they are all whores. My God! Then the bastard had filmed and didn't say anything to me. At this moment it was that I felt his hand on my head grabbing my hair and making me stand up. And then I felt her hands caress my breasts, belly until finally she touched my wet mouth with force making me groan. Really delicious. That compliment was soon followed by a slap in the ass and an order. If you kneel again bitch! I immediately knelt increasingly crying. You're pissed all over. Look at these shorts. Take Martha short ones. Soon afterwards I felt his hand on my head again lifting me up by the hair. A kind of damp sponge passed over my groin and vagina. He was washing me now yes worthy slave to me he said this gently smoothing my ass, and I sensed his mouth approaching mine and kissing my half-open lips delicately. Kiss right slave she said introducing her rough tongue causing mine to open and kiss him. I was trembling with fear, but admittedly already very excited without really knowing what excitement that was and no longer knew if it was urine or whether the secretion coming out of me was a mixture of pleasure and fear. And then he touched my clitoris mixing pain and pleasure. He seemed to surround me as his hand slipped from my mouthpiece and one of his fingers tried to insert itself into my anus delicately. That delighted Roberta. She raised her little left hand and showed me the ring. I obeyed immediately and still weeping. I love cornflakes. I did not with my head as he forced his finger into my ass making me take a small step forward and shouted in surprise. Don't you like it?! I saw your whore with Mr. Carlos. I want to see if she really doesn't like it. Asks me to eat her butt, go. Fucking ask! I tried to say something but didn't come out, came out crying. He looking impatient hit hard on the left side of my arse causing me to shake. Asks me to fuck his bitch! He leaned behind me and felt that he was already completely naked. Ask! Eat my ass... I could tell between moans. Slave says the following, eats my ass that I love to horn and shows me before ring again, walks, raises his left little hand. I raised tearfully and showed obediently. Eat my...co..that I ...love...horn. He gave a laugh I know! And pushed me slightly forward as if heading somewhere. I was so blind until I leaned on top of right thigh at this table which was actually some kind of massive trunk. Again felt a stronger slap in the butt. So there you go asking for it. then he forced my body so that I leaned over the table. So loves to corner isn't she a slave? Already completely tilted on the table felt his dick, fully hard, resting at the entrance of my ass. It was not as big as Mr. Charles but large enough to make me scream when it came in. He wet his finger into my mouth and moistened my ass with that finger until he began introduction. I cried out and soon afterwards heard one of the girls also groan without knowing why, maybe because of my cry. Asks for fuckin', please get inside ... No, that's not how he asks: "Put more my master and sir", - "put more my lord and sir". I would repeat what he sent me intercut with pain and groanings. As I was introducing more the pain also grew in my breasts squeezed on the table. I began to scream without stopping, unable to restrain myself and a pleasure associated with the pain grew and left me completely out of it. I remember one of the girls shouting between moans: "I want to see my master, let me see". Marta. Let her see. And already moving constantly back and forth he started slapping my butt. That ass already marked by Carlos and comes to tell me that he doesn't like horning his whore. And without more or less I started exploding in an indescribable fun. It was really a blast inside of me. I shouted hallucinatingly not even knowing why I was joking right now until finally I bent down completely on the table crushing my breasts one after another without even knowing if what I felt was pain or whatever. He just joked. He laughed when I began to stop making this funny joke so intense. He kept increasing the rhythm of going back and forth within me and cursing me all the time. I was almost unconscious on the table when he pulled me by my arm and threw me over his shoulders, felt a support for my feet and stepped realising that he wanted to put me like other girls and helped him somehow until i feel completely in x held by wrists and ankles as they were. I calculated that he set up this whole room just for these things and his way. Half fainted don't know how long I stayed there like this, but when I woke up was on a very comfortable bed without understanding anything and being woken by Mr Carlos who drove me still half drowsy to your car. You are filming us Sir Charles it is the first thing I said when you have fully recovered from consciousness Roberta you do not belong, you are mine and do what I understand well, so we are right? You don't say anything if you want to question something I do, Roberta.
And unless you definitely don't want it anymore. If not, I understand and walk away.
I think that was also the first time when I arrived at home and Paul suspected something. I don't know, to this day I confess it is just a guess because when I entered he thought I was pale and asked me if anything had happened due to my delay. I quickly told him that I met a friend who has not seen for some time and we were talking for a long time without seeing how much time passed. But he looked differently, looking very suspicious and I ran into the bathroom. But when I left the bathroom he was near the door and came again asking questions. My butt had been marked quite red by Mr Carlos's recent slaps, and I was afraid that he wanted to see something, I don't know, and insisted on it. Roberta pays attention to my daughter, on Thursday the 18th so we have more than 15 days (it was 28 of the previous month) I will need you. I won't even look for you before and I don't want you to look for me because I really must give a little trip, but before the day 18, I call you to confirm it. That's what I was involved in! A suspicious husband and a mistress, owner or whatever mysterious. But before the 18th Mr Carlos called finding me one night still alone at home and asked a series of questions. Roberta my daughter tells me about your job, what you do there, how much you earn, everything. But there was also a much more intense pleasure to live. He said no because he still had to leave work and asked if I'd already arranged things for missing on the 18th commenting that he too wanted me very badly, but he would like me to meet someone on this day of his dearest loved one. He wanted me to put on the barbecue shorts, play shorts and a T-shirt that he would leave wrapped up in my doorstep at this very moment and meet him in the garage. It was a sleeveless golden shirt with glitter all over it. I remember meeting Dona Joana in the elevator who was staring at me from head to toe, showing all her strangeness of seeing me dressed like this for a weekday at ten o'clock in the morning. The short shorts that were already really short had been hung up even more as Mr. Carlos asked. My T-shirt could see almost my entire breasts through its side decals if you put some effort into it. Luckily Mr. Carlos's car, which he only used even when traveling, had insulin film that made it difficult to see from the outside, he was already on waiting for me and I ran in. Linda! My little piranha! You are beautiful! I still smile suspicious of everything but excited about everything too and especially with him who said this by spreading his right hand over my left thigh. Mister Carlos, look you know I can not come back very late... Don't worry whore, we won't go far like this, the most important thing is that you will not be seen, understand? I nodded my head and felt like touching him. Oh, God! How much of a whore was I already? But I looked at him with an imploring look on his face and touched it over the thin linen trousers he wore. His soft thing immediately started to get hard in my affectionate hand and he smiled maliciously. His instant groan immediately soaked my panties. - Very well, married whore! That's very good... He was talking between moans. I had an impulse to take his hand in order that he might somehow prick me the muzzle, but I understood that he was driving and continued just fondly sucking on his incredibly hard cock already. I didn't see anything, where we were going, at what sign we stopped etc. I only sucked, trying to go down into the bag and please him in every possible way. We did not stay like this for about 40 minutes when he spoke. We arrived Roberta I immediately recovered myself and he closed his pants collecting. One of those garage gates immediately began to open and Mr Carlos came in with the car parked further away. I remember that it was then that I realized I was in a completely insecure situation, not knowing what would or could happen next, only trusting entirely on a man who had known so recently... It was a huge house, an even mansion and a lady seemed to be quite polite and kind came towards us showing she already knew Monsieur Charles for a long time. Carlos comes in, he enters as soon as his Sergio has been asking for you all the time. And so we come in. From one of the doors to a huge room came out a gentleman who immediately made me shudder. I think even by looking at him. He was cold and hungry like any predatory animal's. He looked at me from head to foot and then smiled with the corner of his mouth without showing his teeth. Roberta is pleased that she can see it; I know her name now. And extended my hand which I touched half gracelessly. Her hand was as cold as her look. You say this much better personally than what Carlo could have said. That got closer. I was really afraid of him and when I looked around for Mr. Carlos to say something on my behalf, he already turned his back and said Wait a little while I'll be right back Roberta.. The man had beyond that cold and cruel look, an almost completely white gray beard. He strangely wore a black jacket without a shirt and his hairy back and chest were so white as the beard was totally exposed. At this point I understood everything, Mister Charles somehow gave me over to that man, thought which made me shudder. He was about the height of Mr. Carlos and they must have been more or less the same age. Even his belly looked like that of Monsieur Charles's. But this look... It was colder and cruel A rather wide black trousers also loosened from waist to feet. You have wonderful legs Roberta, you are all beautiful Robert.. And I love mistreating wonderful women ... Your half hoarse voice, your funeral manner and your last words made me tremble with fear even. I was scared dead. Give me your hand little girl, give here it is shaking. My God! Where is Mister Carlos who does not appear? I stretched out my right hand already trembling and could see again the toothless smile of the man appear in the corner of his mouth. The hostess who welcomed us suddenly reappeared there surprising me and opened a door while the man led me to that door which this woman would have opened. When I entered this room my stomach twisted involuntarily. I was really shocked by what I saw and fear grew much more. There were two women with well-made bodies over blindfold tied on the wall. They were completely naked in x's fixed to the wall and whimpering begging until he laughing (this time with exposed teeth) approached one of them as if showing himself for me and touched her vagina gently. The girl shook it all up and moaned. He gave a small chuckle that made me tremble and leaned over hitting hard on the left breast of the girl who cried out loudly and then went towards the other, beating dry into her vagina. This other woman wept even louder screaming and he laughed also louder. I started involuntarily shaking from fear myself. I looked back and saw only closed door. The room was really strange, it looked like something from the Middle Ages I don't know. So he walked over to a solid wooden table on the opposite side of the imprisoned girls and took some kind of penis tied up at the end of a long stick and started inserting into the vagina of the first girl who groaned as if she felt pleasure. He approached with this thing introduced in her and got on his toes, hit her butt which shouted surprised. No! That's when I noticed that after the two girls stuck in x on the wall, there was empty space for another one with hooks nailed to the wall from which came out small leather bracelets, certainly to fasten hands and feet respectively. It was just then he spoke to me. Take off this beautiful gown, look Roberta walks, wow! Immediately I started urinating into my shorts as never before in my life. This is it, peeing, pissing of fear. A secretion of uncontrollable excitement mixed with my incontinent urine completely wetting the short went out of my vagina. Take off all the fucking clothes! He was now shouting at me, completely losing any delicacy. I started to cry and immediately took off my wet shorts. Everything! He yelled again. And I already pulled out a lot of tears, also the underwear and shirt that Mr. Carlos had given me throwing everything nervously on the floor. That's when he approached me fully naked. Every step he made in my direction seemed to make me tremble and urinate more. He came half smiling like a vampire who would drink someone's blood. When he had enough space, he once again surprised me and pulled down his wide pants by jumping a half-soft big stick out and ordered. Suck your bitch first suck! I got on my knees crying as if grateful to be just what he wanted and sucked it without stopping. And one simple pause that I gave was enough for him to shout and tell me not to stop sucking. If you get on your knees! The scream came from the roughness of her strong voice and I obeyed immediately when I felt the woman's hands rise up behind me putting a blindfold over my eyes when she resumed speaking. I don't like my slaves to see the light in front of me. Only I can see it and you will be mine until the end of today. It was agreed with Carlos that he rented you for me. I do not like "renting" but prefer having them for myself. But your case was different. I went crazy when I saw his film eating your ass at the foot of the sofa, while you were wearing a ring and filling up my stock by asking what he wanted from the product he sells. (Film?!) I love real wives. Those two over there are both mine and married as well. The husbands horns they have no idea are actually my whores. It's a bitch of mine, deep down I know they are all whores. My God! Then the bastard had filmed and didn't say anything to me. At this moment it was that I felt his hand on my head grabbing my hair and making me stand up. And then I felt her hands caress my breasts, belly until finally she touched my wet mouth with force making me groan. Really delicious. That compliment was soon followed by a slap in the ass and an order. If you kneel again bitch! I immediately knelt increasingly crying. You're pissed all over. Look at these shorts. Take Martha short ones. Soon afterwards I felt his hand on my head again lifting me up by the hair. A kind of damp sponge passed over my groin and vagina. He was washing me now yes worthy slave to me he said this gently smoothing my ass, and I sensed his mouth approaching mine and kissing my half-open lips delicately. Kiss right slave she said introducing her rough tongue causing mine to open and kiss him. I was trembling with fear, but admittedly already very excited without really knowing what excitement that was and no longer knew if it was urine or whether the secretion coming out of me was a mixture of pleasure and fear. And then he touched my clitoris mixing pain and pleasure. He seemed to surround me as his hand slipped from my mouthpiece and one of his fingers tried to insert itself into my anus delicately. That delighted Roberta. She raised her little left hand and showed me the ring. I obeyed immediately and still weeping. I love cornflakes. I did not with my head as he forced his finger into my ass making me take a small step forward and shouted in surprise. Don't you like it?! I saw your whore with Mr. Carlos. I want to see if she really doesn't like it. Asks me to eat her butt, go. Fucking ask! I tried to say something but didn't come out, came out crying. He looking impatient hit hard on the left side of my arse causing me to shake. Asks me to fuck his bitch! He leaned behind me and felt that he was already completely naked. Ask! Eat my ass... I could tell between moans. Slave says the following, eats my ass that I love to horn and shows me before ring again, walks, raises his left little hand. I raised tearfully and showed obediently. Eat my...co..that I ...love...horn. He gave a laugh I know! And pushed me slightly forward as if heading somewhere. I was so blind until I leaned on top of right thigh at this table which was actually some kind of massive trunk. Again felt a stronger slap in the butt. So there you go asking for it. then he forced my body so that I leaned over the table. So loves to corner isn't she a slave? Already completely tilted on the table felt his dick, fully hard, resting at the entrance of my ass. It was not as big as Mr. Charles but large enough to make me scream when it came in. He wet his finger into my mouth and moistened my ass with that finger until he began introduction. I cried out and soon afterwards heard one of the girls also groan without knowing why, maybe because of my cry. Asks for fuckin', please get inside ... No, that's not how he asks: "Put more my master and sir", - "put more my lord and sir". I would repeat what he sent me intercut with pain and groanings. As I was introducing more the pain also grew in my breasts squeezed on the table. I began to scream without stopping, unable to restrain myself and a pleasure associated with the pain grew and left me completely out of it. I remember one of the girls shouting between moans: "I want to see my master, let me see". Marta. Let her see. And already moving constantly back and forth he started slapping my butt. That ass already marked by Carlos and comes to tell me that he doesn't like horning his whore. And without more or less I started exploding in an indescribable fun. It was really a blast inside of me. I shouted hallucinatingly not even knowing why I was joking right now until finally I bent down completely on the table crushing my breasts one after another without even knowing if what I felt was pain or whatever. He just joked. He laughed when I began to stop making this funny joke so intense. He kept increasing the rhythm of going back and forth within me and cursing me all the time. I was almost unconscious on the table when he pulled me by my arm and threw me over his shoulders, felt a support for my feet and stepped realising that he wanted to put me like other girls and helped him somehow until i feel completely in x held by wrists and ankles as they were. I calculated that he set up this whole room just for these things and his way. Half fainted don't know how long I stayed there like this, but when I woke up was on a very comfortable bed without understanding anything and being woken by Mr Carlos who drove me still half drowsy to your car. You are filming us Sir Charles it is the first thing I said when you have fully recovered from consciousness Roberta you do not belong, you are mine and do what I understand well, so we are right? You don't say anything if you want to question something I do, Roberta.
And unless you definitely don't want it anymore. If not, I understand and walk away.
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