. if that´s what you´ve stolen me for."He clapped gently. "Well said, my dear. I have your full attention. I have found these strained postures most...helpful in interviewing young ladies of a certain social status. Without the help of the rope they have a tendency to quibble."The suspended Corey longed to tell him to ´Stow it´ or ´Dry up´ or better still: ´Drop dead!´. Instead, she said bleakly: "I hurt too much to quibble. Please... where´s Audrey?" I´d like to know that myself. Miss Cotswold. His penis dangled pathetically between his legs.“Well, we are going to have to do something about that,” I thought. It had not been truly clear in my mind until now which direction I was going with this, but the potential of the situation was too rich to pass up. First, though, he needed to be ready.I strolled over to his computer, looked for suitable music – something slow and sultry – and hit Play. Then I went back, stood in front of him again, and began to strip.I’d never done a striptease. (yeah, yeah, been done before but it’s true). I wore a short and tight low cut black spandex dress, a silicone padded bra, black patent 5′ pumps, and fishnet stockings. I added a long blonde hair extension to my naturally long hair, and did my makeup on the slutty side with false eyelashes, heavy eyeliner, and deep red glossy lipstick. Big hoop earrings and long fake acrylic nails completed the outfit. I have very soft and feminine features to begin with and my attention to detail was not lost. I got up off my wife and Mark crawled on to Gina and inserted his dick into her mouth and began to fuck her hard and deep. I could see her throat bulge as his stiff member went down it. Jake was recuperating from his fuck session with Nikki and I sat down on the sofa with her. She pulled me on top of her and my slimy dick slid into her juicy cunt and we began to thrust in unison. I heard Mark moan and looked up as he shot his load down my slut wife's throat. I know it was my imagination, but it.