" she said softly before placing the phone back in its cradle. She hung her head and took a deep breath; then suddenly jumped as the phone rang once m...re. She glanced at the 'caller id' and groaned - it listed a S. Rambaudi as the caller. Fuck! She didn't need this! She yanked the phone back up and snarled into it."Do you realize what time it is?" she asked hotly. Not entirely mad at him, she was just frustrated by her two previous calls."I am well aware of what time it is, Brutta birbona.. She grabbed my semi-hard 7” dick and began stroking it lightly. Before I knew it she took it out of my shorts and began jacking me off. She then started to suck my hard cock as I grabbed her rounded ass. I stroked her leg and pussy, slipping my finger in and put my dick inside. she was performing a very good blowjob, she loved my penis, she worshiped it, I began to stare at the two delicious fruits hanging from her and shaking right above my face. I raised my hand to touch them. Feel them. Take. I would never get used to the thrill of having him behind me, of him lying in ambush for me. It wasn’t a feeling of serious fear, not even now that he was literally armed with a deadly weapon, but something much sweeter, heady and hot.“Oh, right!” I said with gushing innocence. My cheeks heated with a weird mixture of embarrassment and excitement. “I seem to have a vague recollection of you mentioning that.”“’Vague’. Is that so?”He came closer. The floor creaked gently under his shoes. My. . She sighed again. Of course, Michael had a lot on his mind, and he was a minister, and he naturally ... She wagged her head as she thought about her husband, and about the past few months.Michael had gradually stopped showing any affection for her, or even any interest in her. He spent more and more time away from her, ministering to his "flock," visiting the sick, the infirm, the aged, preparing his sermons. And sex--forget about it. She gave out a sardonic little chuckle.From the first day.