"I told him, "I won't say a word," and slowly gripped the shaft of his cock, slowly stroking it again eliciting another moan from him. Without my prod...ing, he raised his hips and lowered his boxers, making me release his cock. Without fabric in the way it looked amazing. I told him I had never seen an uncut cock up close. He said, "here's your chance, take a good look."I moved so my face was inches from his cock, and began to stroke him again. As my hand would stroke downwards, his foreskin. Dropping a gentle kiss on the place she was sure already started to bruise, he stood.A buckle clicked and a zip hummed, the thickness of his cock met her skin as it lunged from its bindings. She savoured the weight of it resting on her arse cheek, feeling the trail of come cooling as she wiggled under his touch. His arm wove around her centre, pulling her closer. Sarah waited, feeling his heart pounding through her body. It was steady and strong, like the rest of him. Measured and controlled. But the fact of the affair is immutable. I observed Blythe going to her apartment on two different occasions, one time staying for two hours, the other for two and a half. On the latter occasion there is no doubt that sexual activity was going on, as I approached the apartment close enough to listen at the door. Miss Frederick is rather vocal and Blythe hardly less so." Does Shantel, er, Kwame's wife, know about this?" I can't say," Kingfisher shrugged. "It wouldn't surprise me if she did, but. "Hello?" You just get what I got?" Jack asked."Yeah, what's up with that?"I heard Jack laughing. "That's the other thing Mark told me about, apparently whoever this woman is, she's appeared on his show a number of times, sort of has a thing for him as I understand it, whoever she is."I realized after this, I'd have to start watching his show a hell of a lot more often."Well that sort of makes it a bit more interesting doesn't it?" I had to admit. "So ... we're going?" Hell, why not?" Jack.