Hubby sent me this anniversary treat!

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Hubby sent me this anniversary treat!This is an email I received today from my husband – please do not copy or steal, it is original:We have a weekend arranged without k**s for our anniversary and agree that it’s time for us to do something special…We get dressed up in our fanciest clothes, me suited and booted – looking immaculate and muscular after my recent gym workouts. You’re all made up, looking beautiful and sexy in a revealing black dress that shows your amazing curves and more cleavage than you’re usually comfortable with but at the beginning of the night I say to you:”Tonight, you’re mine to do with as I please. Obey me.”I can see you’re nervous but also immediately excited – you nod silently. Your flawless china white pale skin makes the flush in your cheeks obvious and I notice with pleasure the outline of your nipples through your dress. We check into the Dorchester on Park Lane again and head to the intimate bar downstairs bursa escort for drinks. It’s quiet, with only three or four others in there. I compliment you on your beauty and tell you all the reasons I love you, your mind, your body and your spirit. But then I squeeze your hand firmly…”Are you ready?” Before you can mumble an answer, I take over:”Say nothing. Go into the bathroom and take off your knickers. Bring them back to me and put them in my hand under the table.”You hesitate, take a large gulp of your drink and rise from the table. Watching you walk away I notice every male eye in the bar on you and my cock immediately stiffens, begging for freedom.After a short while, you return with your handbag in your hand, your face red – I can tell you think everyone in the bar is watching you (they are) and that they somehow know your already soaking pussy is within their reach, if not their grasp.You look me straight in the eyes and bursa escort bayan I see a sudden confidence there, as if the balance of power has suddenly changed. I feel your hand grasp mine under the table and as you close my fist around the damp material of your underwear I momentarily lose my cool, exhaling a deep sigh as I internally fight to control my heightened arousal.”Good girl” I say, back in control.We stare lustily into each others eyes, a silent battle for dominance that you desperately want – but are not ready – to submit to. I leave some cash for the bill and rise, taking your hand and leading you out of the bar. I make a point of making sure everyone can see my hand on your arse cheek as we make our way into the lobby and towards the lifts.We enter the lifts alone and the doors close, but I don’t press any buttons – instead turning around to face you. I can see the panic in your eyes as you realise the doors could escort bursa open at any moment but I push you back towards the mirrors, stretching out your arms wide to support yourself. You begin to protest but I push my forhead against yours, pin your arms as you strain against my muscles and lean in close to your ear and whisper:”Nothing to worry about, just do as you are told…”I push my right leg between yours and part your legs, using my left hand to slowly trace between your thighs and up towards your pussy. I can feel moisture on your thighs where your juice has been leaking and I raise my head, lean in and move my lips towards yours…I time it perfectly, there is almost an electricity in the air as simultaneously our lips softly meet and my middle finger slides into your soaking wet pussy. My depth of my kiss matches the penetration of my finger and you begin to lose your balance, pushing me away lest you orgasm loudly there and then! I pull away and turn around, my back pushing into you and my arse cheek pushing against where I know your aching clit would be as we suddenly hear the lift bell ring and the doors begin to open…To be continued!

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