Make it good, really good.”Ten minutes later I am standing with hands behind my head and the only contact I have with Kelly is her lips and and tong...e on my raging erection.“Love what you are doing baby, I have waited five-years for this. You were always so good. Edge me, lick my balls, keep edging me,” I moan as she pleasures my erection in ways she never did in the past.“Am I good at edging, tell me I need to know?,” she manages to mutter.“The best baby, the best, the very best baby,” I moan. . with another hand busily stroking it, as well. Oh ... yeah ... another guy - I didn't know his name - busily beating off watching B & friend. Takes all sorts, I thought, grabbed an old wool jumper as my eyes became more accustomed to the gloom, beat a slightly hasty retreat. The unknown wanker looked really disappointed when I didn't stick around to help out, but ... well, I didn't know where he'd been. And didn't want to speculate all that much, either.Back outside, I was sort of happy to. He was six feet, trim, brown eyes and dark curly hair. Add to that, he was a really good fuck. I had missed that and he lit the fire in me again. I think my Dad’s money intimidated him but I convinced him to get over it and move in with me. From that point on we were inseparable and by the time I finished my undergrad at the end of my third year, Michael was well along in Grad school. He popped the question, I accepted over my parent’s objections and we were married. With both of us still in a. Scott looked at me expectantly.I met his gaze, deciding spontaneously to play it cool.“What?” I asked.He smiled. The goddamn bastard smiled.“You okay?” he asked.“Yes. Just fine.” I wanted to hate him. He was so unbelievably arrogant. “So you’ve been married?” I asked sweetly.He looked unperturbed. “Couple of times. How’s your ass?”“Just – fine.”He raised an eyebrow, walking slowly towards me.“So you don’t want this?” He opened his palm. Inside, was a small rectangular device with buttons. I.