She gripped his hand; stroking it in such a fashion that did rattle him for no woman had ever done that before, especially one he didn't know. "Have y...u ordered a coffee or such like?" he asked."Coffee ... No, No", she replied still holding and stroking his fingers. "Would you like one?" he asked. She immediately increased her grinning expression which conveyed her answer, he ordered.She didn't engage him in any conversation, just sat smiling and giving his fingers a nice massage but enough to. I just love those eyes, cheerful and happy, teary or sad, fearful and anxious; they always sparkle like little stars beckoning to me. She is wearing a classic French maid uniform, complete with a lace cap and apron. Well, classic except for the fact that it shows her nipples through the heart shaped openings. This little inconsistency is absolutely necessary, however. You see, the cuffs on her wrists are attached to a pair of thin steel-wire cables that run through her nipple rings. The cables. The bastard had been fingering her as she sucked on him…After coming in Ana’s mouth, he asked me to pull over somewhere; he needed to pee. I soon found a logging road not far away. I pulled in and Carl got out of the car; but he was not looking to take a leak. He just reached over and slid my wife to the edge of the seat; so her long legs were hanging out the back side door…He ordered Ana to spread her thighs; she did it with no hesitation.He pushed up her skirt to reveal Ana’s dripping wet. I looked down and he was rubbing his own cock through his pants as he licked mine. After what seemed only a few minutes but was probably about twenty I knew I was coming.I said "I'm close", as he carried on doing me slowly, I said "Fucking speed up", but he ignored me and carried on slowly, it was driving me insane. As he continued to lick me he stopped wanking me and just used his mouth as his hand. God it was driving me nuts. He just edged his finger into my ass but to be honest I didn't.