And more than that the cops could be involved.'its ok' That little reassuring inner voice pipes up. 'calm down.... it'll be alright'Pulling into the t...rnpike car park, finding a space, parking and switching off. Sitting there in the quiet and dark for a moment, feeling the tension rising....and with it excitement. "Let's hope so" I reply to myself outloud before getting out. Cold air hits me, it's 7.30pm I'm right on time. Walking across the dimly lit car park i hear a roar of engine from. “Please.” She moaned, her eyes closing, her lips sensuous, framing an oval shaped mouth, the sound delightful to my ears. “Please please or please pause?” “Yes.” I smiled, kneeling before her, my mouth on her pouting tummy, her rounded mound, her quivering arrow of desire, my tongue entering her quiver, filling it full of eros, barbed and pointed. I was the hunter, after all, and she my captive. As I filled her, I felt her shivers turn to quaking; her whispers soon turned to moans, her. At the corner of a huge wardrobe, I stop with amazement: my wife is there in front of me, her jacket on the floor; I see her from the back; her legs are slightly spread apart, the skirt is lifted up to the hips, her white panties well visible and the top of her bodice completely down. A man on her left kisses her in the neck and strokes her buttocks. I see him opening the buttons of the bodice while kneading her buttocks - the bodice attaches in between the legs by plastic pressure buttons. On. I expected, and secretly hoped thather foot would explore further, but she kept it frustratingly out of reach ofmy most tender spot. Through gritted teeth I looked at her pleadingly, silentlybegging her for a release, but she remained stubborn throughout. Her look wasstern and expecting, patiently waiting for me to give in to her wishes whileshe manipulated me with her feet. Her eyebrows were raised, an obvious sign ofher expectancy for me to break and agree to betray my friend. It was the.