I really was turning him on something fierce.And that, horribly, turned me on even harder. My body responded to him, shuddering even though a knife st...oked my throat. He shoved my jeans down as carelessly as he’d taken the rest of my clothes and the knife left for a minute while he knelt. “You kick me, little bitch, and we’ll spend the night listening to you beg and cry while I leave nicks from the knife all over you, understood?”“Yes,” I whispered. It was all I could manage for an answer.. I said quickly 'what are you doing,' a voice from around the wall said 'waiting to fuck some body.' I looked back and saw some one moving on one of the beds, The guy laying there moved to the foot and holding the covers around him said 'hi, come on round let me see what Chris brought me.' I started to explain 'I think you are mistaken I was on my way to my room when he...' 'I'm Chris,' said the guy that had pulled me into the room. 'That's Ernest on the bed.' 'Look guys,' I started, 'I was. “Hurry?” A moan, born of so much longing, so much need, crescendoing as she clenched her fingers in his hair, holding on as if her life depended on his tongue flickering against her pulsing clit, her life blood filling it until she thought she might burst, his fingers teasing her open, his mouth against her pussy, hungry for her in a way her husband had never been, his tongue slipping inside her like a missing puzzle piece, filling her, a perfect fit… “Would you like to cum for me, pet?” “Yes,. As I arrived at the lobby I hoped he wouldn't be there yet as i had been wet for several hours between thinking about him, and cumming under my blanket in my coach seat on the jet. Everybody was asleep except one older gentleman who was reading, or pretending to once my heat turned up and it was clear to him what was going on beneath the thin blanket between my legs. I didn't care. Let him get hot. Maybe he'll give it to his wife good when he gets home because of he. She can thank me later.I.