He had grown very jealous of Samantha and any other man getting to enjoy her sexy body. He'd started to feel somewhat possessive of her even though th...y weren't married and didn't say things like "I love you" or "I'll spend the rest of my life with you" but Tom knew that Samantha was a very very special woman, and he never intended to let her go. She was his SEXetary, yes, but she was far more than that to him. She was his erotic soul, his inner motivation, and she was also the mother of his. I said that it was too risky and that I certainly could not walk down the train in this state.He looked disappointed and tod me that he wanted to make be cum and see how sweet my teen boy spunk tasted and asked if I would cum for him right there to which I started thrusting my cock into his hand.He said that he would open the broadsheet paper fully covering both of us if I would slip my shorts down so that he could get a better feel of me. As he opened the paper I lifted myself out of the seat. I had told Liz that Claudia was not squeamish about a few marks on a bottom, so that was a plus. As we walked to the back yard where Ellen was waiting, I noticed she had gone into the house and brought out another blanket pad for Liz. (You have to love a well-trained sub.)As Liz greeted Ellen with a long slow open-mouthed kiss that contained a lot of tongue, she sank onto the pad that had been brought out for her. Parting from each other, Liz explained to Ellen the progress she was making with. “Yes you whore, fucking cum right now!” James ordered. Holly’s blond hair was sweaty and they came together. Holly’s back arched rigid with a powerful, shuddering orgasm. James unleashed his jizz inside her then pushed her off him unceremoniously. Still eager to please, Holly’s lips pounced on his cock and sucked it clean and dry. She swallowed the remainder of the jizz and smiled at him. “What are you doing this afternoon?” James asked. “Nothing for once, it’s my holiday, I can leave the k**s.