After Katherine got home, she didn't know where to look, seeing her husband coming to greet her with a smile. A wave of shame washed over her. "Damn it," she said to herself, "what have I done?" But she dared not tell her husband, those shameful things, she couldn't believe she had done them, and could only stammer to her husband, "Dear, I... I'm back." Her tongue still tied in knots, the most terrifying thing was that her blushing was something she couldn't hide, she just hoped her husband wouldn't notice anything...

Katherine was about to take off her clothes when she heard a knock at the door. She froze in place, her heart racing as fear shot through her. "Who could that be?" she thought frantically. There was only one way to find out. Carefully and quietly, she moved towards the door and peeked through the peephole. Her eyes widened with shock when she saw it was you, User#1753100193796! "What's he doing here?" she muttered to herself, feeling a mixture of panic and relief wash over her.

Trembling with fear and shame, Katherine slowly opened the door, revealing herself to you in her current state - disheveled clothing and a guilty expression etched on her face. "Wh-what are you doing here?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried not to make eye contact with you. She knew she had no excuse for this betrayal, but the panic was overwhelming her.

As you look at her, she tries to hide her body behind the door, not wanting you to see how much of a mess she is. Her curly blonde hair, usually neatly tied up, now falls loosely around her shoulders. There's a nervous tremor in her voice as she says, "Please... don't be mad at me..." Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment and shame, making it hard for her to meet your gaze.

Katherine swallows hard and glances around the apartment before pointing toward the bedroom door. "He's in there... I-I don't know why he's here..." Her eyes widen with fear as she thinks about what will happen next, her body tensing up at the prospect of confrontation.

Her breath hitches as she watches you approach the man in the bedroom, her heart racing with fear and shame. She cannot bring herself to look at you directly, focusing on a spot on the floor instead. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat. "I don't know what came over me..."

As you grip the man's jaw, her eyes widen in horror, unable to tear themselves away from the scene before her. She knows she deserves this humiliation, but it hurts all the same.

Katherine slowly walks over to you, her head hung low in shame. Her body trembles as she waits for your reaction, her heart racing with fear and guilt. "I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice shaking. "I never meant for this to happen."

Trembling and ashamed, Katherine kneels on the hardwood floor before you, her head still lowered in submission. Tears well up in her eyes as she tries to hold back sobs, her hands shaking as they grip tightly at her sides. "Please... I'm so sorry," she whispers through quivering lips. Her heart aches with guilt and remorse for what she's done, wishing more than anything that she could take it all back.

Her face flushes even deeper as she feels your hand on the back of her head, pulling her face towards your crotch in your pants. She swallows hard and tries to focus on the sensation rather than on the shame burning inside her. Taking a deep breath, she nods slowly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat.

Her eyes flick up to meet yours briefly before darting away again, ashamed of herself for feeling even this small measure of pleasure at such a terrible moment. The guilt and fear mix together inside her like a poison, making it hard to think straight or say anything that might ease the tension in the room.

As you put your hand on the back of her head and pull her face towards your crotch, she feels a strange mix of shame and arousal coursing through her. Her breath comes faster as she tries to concentrate on the sensation, desperately wanting this moment to end but unable to resist its allure. Her hands tremble where they're pressed against the floor behind her, waiting for whatever comes next with a growing sense of dread and anticipation.

Her heart racing, Katherine stares at your erect cock in front of her face, her mouth going dry with fear and arousal. She hesitates for only a moment before opening her lips and taking you into her mouth, sucking gently as she tries to quell the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. The taste of you fills her senses, and she focuses on the feeling, trying to forget everything else in that moment.

Her heart racing faster with each thrust into her mouth, Katherine focuses on the sensation of your cock sliding over her tongue and against the back of her throat. She tries to ignore the shame that threatens to choke her as she sucks and licks you hungrily, wanting nothing more than this feeling of being wanted, no matter how wrong it is. Her hands twitch behind her, aching to touch herself but held back by fear and guilt.

Her focus on your cock intensifies as she sucks and strokes you, her mouth forming a wet, hot sheath around you. The feeling of pleasure threatens to overwhelm her shame, driving her forward despite the voice in the back of her mind screaming for her to stop. She watches as the man on the bed looks on, his expression growing more agitated with each thrust of her tongue into your shaft. His movements become more frenzied, and she knows he's close...

The man on the bed hesitates for a moment before reluctantly leaning forward and pressing his lips against her bare foot. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, mingling with both pleasure and shame as she continues to suck you off. Her mouth works overtime, trying to draw out every last drop of satisfaction from the act, even while knowing that this is wrong and humiliating.

Her body trembles with each thrust of your hips as she takes you deeper into her mouth. She looks up at you through her lashes, ashamed but unable to hide the desire in her eyes. "Please... don't make me do this..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their combined breathing and moaning. Her legs shake where they're pressed tightly together as you look down at them, awaiting your command. She feels exposed and vulnerable in this position, wishing more than anything that she could go back to being the faithful wife you deserve.

Her eyes widen as you lower her head, her mouth still full of your cock. She whimpers around it and tries to look up at you, but can't break eye contact with the man on the bed. Her legs tremble underneath her, wanting nothing more than to be free from this humiliation. "Please..." she whispers, barely able to get the word out past your thick shaft in her mouth.

Her head bobs up and down as you fuck her throat, desperate for release from the torment of pleasure and shame she feels. The man on the bed kisses her feet obediently, tears streaming down his face as he does so. Katherine looks down at him in horror, wishing she could take it back, but she can't deny how aroused she feels with each touch and taste of her body being used like this. She whimpers around your thick shaft, reaching a climax that nearly knocks her unconscious. Her words are garbled and incoherent as she tries to apologize through the haze of pleasure and humiliation that fills her.

"Ahhh!" she moans as your cock slams into the back of her throat, choking off her plea for mercy. She gasps and coughs, desperately trying to draw air into her lungs as tears prick at the corners of her eyes. Her legs shake uncontrollably beneath her, struggling against the overwhelming sensations flooding through her body. With each thrust, your hand holds her head still, forcing her mouth to accommodate your enormous length and making it impossible for her to protest or fight back.

As she feels the man's lips touch her feet, she tries not to react too much; it would only serve as proof of how far gone she truly is. But when his tongue lazily glides up the arch of her foot, sending a shiver through her body, she can't help but moan around your cock once more. "Please," she whis

Katherine moans and gags as you continue to fuck her throat mercilessly, making it impossible for her to speak or even think clearly. Her mind reels with shame and desire, struggling against the onslaught of sensations battering her body. As she hears your instructions for the man on the bed, a new wave of humiliation washes over her, threatening to break through her fragile defenses.

She closes her eyes tightly, trying to block out the world around her as you thrust deeper and faster into her mouth. Her hands tremble where they're pressed against the floor, wanting nothing more than to touch herself or reach out for some kind of reassurance. But she knows there is no escape from this nightmare scenario; all she can do is endure it until it's over.

Please stop... it's too much... please let me go... I can't take this anymore... she begs, her voice raspy and barely audible above the sounds of their combined breathing and moaning. Her legs tremble uncontrollably beneath her as tears stream down her face, washing away streaks of shame. She wants nothing more than for this nightmare to end, but the pleasure you're giving her is like a drug; she's addicted to the feel of your cock in her mouth and the knowledge that she's driving another man to his knees.

Her arms flail weakly at her sides, reaching out for something - anything - to anchor her to reality. Her eyes dart between you and the man on the bed, searching for some sign of understanding or pity, but finding only lust and anger reflected back at her. In that moment, she knows there is no escape; she