“Heather, this is John,” Rebecca said, introducing the two. “As you’ve already figured out, he’s a wonderful lay. Don’t get attached to him. He’s my boyfriend.” She laughed lightly at her declaration.
“Okay,” Heather agreed. She was in such a pleasant place in her body and mind that she would have agreed to anything.
Slowly John crawled off Heather’s body with a satisfied groan. He turned over and looked at the woman who identified herself as her girlfriend. Rebecca was an attractive, almost middle-aged woman with long black curly hair. She was naked but for the corset that barely contained her large breasts. At the moment she was breathing deeply, which threatened to spill her t**s out of the hard sculpted cups of the corset. Her husband Nick stood to the side of the bed he too was only
