I can feel every ridge and vein as he slides between my lips. When my lips touch my fingers, I lift my eyes to his. Gone is the fear of discovery, rep...aced by hungry need. All it takes is a tickle of my tongue or a squeeze of my lips to pull his strings. My seemingly subservient posture is a ruse. Down here, on my knees, I’m in control. I could tease him. I could make him beg. But not tonight. He doesn’t hold in his groan when I pull back, and then quickly engulf him again. My stroking hand. David studied him as he sat down. He judged the Prince to be in his early forties, roughly six feet tall, with a lean body clad in a linen suit beautifully tailored to fit his body. He noticed the Prince, like himself, wore a soft turned down collar rather than the more formal, stiff bat-winged collar favoured by most of the senior politicians and men of means he had met in India.He smiled to himself seeing the Oxford tie. However, the most striking feature of the man was his face and eyes. He. She was still watching Beth and tried to mimic every move she made. Mom walked up behind Beth and whispered in her ear, Beth smiled and nodded. Mom got the bottle of lube and coated her fingers with it then stepped up behind Beth again. Mom rubbed her fingers over Beth’s ass as she leaned forward giving Mom better access to her ass. Mom held up three fingers then proceeded to work them into Beth’s ass. Shannon was watching every move. She saw Sue as she stepped up behind her with the. Taylor was confident that someone would be along eventually to check on the missing Reznikov and find his guard who would tell them all about the intruder with the accent who had visited them earlier in the day. And if they didn’t, well, that’s what happens when taking part in kidnap and rape, even if that’s just protecting one of the men profiting from the practice.Back at the car, Taylor found Reznikov in the same condition he’d left him, which he was happy about. It had been a little risky.