wife shared at party

I was offended, outraged, but immediately I felt confused.

By imagining that I was cheating on Paolo, I was in a state of extreme, extreme sexual arousal.

I've never seen you like this. - Leave me alone.

Paula, come on.

With the meat. - It was your fantasy.

Oh, not mine.

I'm more of a fantasist now than I've ever had, and to experience my confusion once again, an acute delight.

I, however long may have agreed to go with my husband to a place where he said we would have an extraordinary evening.

What kind of underwear are you wearing?

Bought in Paris.

They love you very much.

I only wore them to please you.

You wanted me to look shiksa, but I repeat, I'm not going to do anything.

Whatever you want, honey, no one's forcing you.

Where we're going, everyone's got to do what they want.

Then cover it.

It was true. My body gave it to me. I said I was against what my husband wanted me to admit.

And she actually drew me to it like a fly on honey.

Paulo took me to the villa where he used to trade couples.

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