But, she didn’t ask me to move my hand. Eventually we got to the Krugers house. A tasteful red brick affair on it’s own large gardens. We parked ...n the road. It was warm and dark and the air was heavy with the soft smell of lilac. The driveway bent away from the house slightly. There was a glimmer of light ahead from the house as we got out of the car. We were so giddy from her raucous driving we fell to giggling and messing as we pushed the bottle of wine at each other. Half way up the drive. ”She didn’t move and he spanked one cheek and then the other. A red imprint of his hand was already showing and he spanked each tender cheek again.That got her attention and he guided her legs open with his foot. Her willingness to part her legs was so satisfying and it was so hot to see how vulnerable and exposed she looked.Her cunt was open, glistening wet and begging to be filled. This time there was no kindness, no gentleness, just his need to fuck.He moved like a raging bull, thrusting in. I pushed his hands away, making it clear that I was in charge and doing things on my terms. I undid his belt with one hand; I am extremely accomplished at it having so much practice, while my other hand continued to rub and grope his big hard cock through his jeans.As I opened the zipper and pulled his briefs down, an impressive cock popped out. It was even bigger and fatter than I had anticipated. Jackpot! I wrapped my long fingers and well-manicured nails around his throbbing cock. That's. Judging from the man’s voice in the previous night’s phone call, he was being double-teamed at least, multiplying the number of people who had his incriminating cock picture.On top of all that -- or maybe on the bottom -- his rear was starting to get used to the shape and feel of the butt plug. Of all the aspects of his situation, that was the one that Craig found most disturbing.Normally, Friday would be a wind-down day. This wasn’t to be a normal Friday. Upper management wanted updates on two.