She grabbed onto the hand which held her, raking her long nails over the back of it. He watched her intently, paying particular attention to her full ...ips. The pleasure was building up; she alternated between parting her lips to pant, and sinking her teeth into her bottom lip to put a halt to her loud reactions. “You like that?” He asked gruffly, his voice full of control, a feral-like quality surfacing. She could only nod as he continued to stroke her, feeling his hard cock press into the. Angel’s secret never was revealed. The men had been fucking Angel at her parties for the past several years. Angel’s parties were the highlight of the year.Angel would greet all the guests and have a lovely afternoon with her husband and the guests. They drank and had wonderful food and when it was time for the entertainment is when Angel slipped away from the party.The rules of the party were easy. Nobody was allowed inside of the house. There were bathrooms outside and the party was held. The top consisted of tiny triangles of shimmery black silk, bound with string ties. The bottom was a thong. This was the first of these she had worn, and the unfamiliar friction of the material on her private parts between her legs was strong enough to catch her attention periodically. On this day, the friction reminded her of the plan. She purposely decided to leave the blanket and her pillow on the daybed when she went in the house to wait. Inside her bedroom, she lifted her top to admire her. He thought that some of it was pressure from the owners that was making them try and conserve fuel.The attacks had come the night before almost as soon as the sun had set. Four of the ships had been sunk by U boats using both guns and torpedoes whilst travelling on the surface up and down the lines of the convoy, before they had been beaten off by fire from some of the D.E.M.S gunners on the merchant ships, after Tony had in desperation ordered the escorts to light up the convoy with star.