I heard voices, one was my wife so I knew she was not giving me blow job. I did not hear my MIL, but I know what her mouth feels like. I also knew it ...as not any of the other women who I have had sex with because I know how they suck cock. Each woman has her own cock sucking style and I could not figure out who it was. I did figure out my wife was talking to the woman who was giving me the blow job, telling her that is how I like it and to keep going. From what I could tell there was my wife,. ‘Let go of my wrist,’ she fumed, struggling, but his grip was like iron. He pulled her down low, so that her parted under-lips rubbed against his stiffening cock, enjoying the way her juices coated him with natural lubricant so that she slipped and slid in an erotic rotation. Soon her half-lidded eyes revealed that she was moving beyond a point of resistance, and he released his hold on her wrist, placing his hand instead on her hip and exerting more control on her perilous descent into wanton. .. I still can tell your father." He murmured and her eyes grew wide."I'm sorry..." She murmured and Jon grinned."Good. Now take of your shoes and socks." Kyra obeyed and once she had tossed them aside, she looked back at him. "Turn around." He ordered and Kyra did as he asked. "Now bend over the desk, rest on your elbows and spread your legs." Jon said next. Once she was in the position he wanted, Jon studied her for a few seconds and his eyes beamed with lust. Her short skirt had ridden up. .. Just ... b-b-because she...” Natasha grit her teeth, looked down, and took a deep, useless breath. It was so damn hard to find the words, when every time she remembered what Arturo and Matthew did to her, she got upset. She hated not being able to steel herself like Antoinette told her to, to set emotions aside and be logical about things. But, remembering the sudden understanding that a stake stuck out from her chest, and that Arturo had staked her — and Matthew by accessory, since he left.