John looked pretty good for his age; in the end, I decided I really didn't have a choice anyway so I played along."Thank you. I am glad you liked my p...ctures. I hope I look as good in the flesh," I found myself saying."Better," he smiled suggestively.They didn't head straight for me, instead, John went to the fridge, and retrieved a bottle of wine, and some glasses, whilst Tom fumbled with something on the sideboard.I sat on the bed and waited sheepishly, until John turned and walked over, and. Well played, well played. Send me a picture of your bare wet pussy on that seat, subtly. "I was busy and didn't have time to respond for awhile and soon I heard the bing of email arriving, I opened it. "Where are you my sweet, I want a picture, do not disobey me or I shall have to torture you."Uh oh, I thought, I better at least send something in repsonse, "You dole out torture well yourself my sweet master, I will see what I can do." I was thinking about how I was going to acomplish this. I tried to remember how Monica told me I had blown Eric. I tried to remember what girls had done with my penis in high school, when they wanted me to know they liked me. I tried to remember everything Monica had resurrected about giving head when she was a girl, those old memories she had been so eager to share with me. Was it for this? I slid my tongue down his shaft, and worshipped it with my lips and tongue, and cupped the huge purple head in my lips, opening my jaw wide. I felt my face. Jane couldn’t say yes but made it clear that it was a possibility. For the moment she wanted Gigi out the way and rather mischievously sent her to Beth. Gigi raised an eyebrow at this but did as she was told.The confrontation was stormy but Jane was an experienced negotiator and had all the top cards. The adulterous husband was left with no choice but to agree to her terms the alternative being a **** charge that even if dismissed would cripple his career. It was not as if he cared that much.