I wasn’t going to maltreat her just for the sake of it, and I needed to make her aware of that fact.“Handcuffs off, maybe something to eat? You go...ta be real hungry by now. No breakfast, no lunch.”She sighed as she seemingly accepted defeat.“Yeah. I won’t fight.”I was pretty sure, certain in fact, that she wasn’t nearly defeated, but logic had won out, and she knew she needed food, water and to get clean and dry, or she’d get sick. Like the towel-heads in the insurgent holding center, she’d. It would be cold on the east coast in early March. I prepared for it.Equipped with my suitcase, a small courier bag containing a laptop and my birth certificate I took the train into Chicago's Union Station. I found out which subway line to take to get to O'Hare Airport and spent a boring hour plus in transit. I made it through 'the grope' line without punching anyone. I'm a 'white-knuckles' flier but made it to earth again. Wonder of wonders, my suitcase made it to the same destination! A taxi. “Nice,” she mouthed silently, and I nodded eagerly. Lynne reached over and held my rampant cock, using it to pull me toward her.Chloe, meanwhile, was gently stroking Lynne’s leg. I sat next to Lynne and watched as my wife sighed with pleasure at the touch. Something in me needed to force things between them to go further. I gently prised Lynne’s legs apart, bent down and kissed her pussy, then giving Chloe a challenging look, “Mine,” I said.She rose to the challenge, or rather she sank to her. I mean no, please don't!" she said again.I could see she was clearly conflicted, but not wanting to ruin a good thing I simply replied "Okay, how about I just tease you like this!" I said running my finger around her ass again."Oh , yes! yes! keep doing that! I like that!" she replied happily.So I carried on fucking her pussy deep and steady, while I gently rubbed her asshole, and soon she was groaning louder and more excited again, and could sense another orgasm was coming.So I picked up the.