You'll like that, won't you?"Darleen turned her head into the pillow, not wanting to look at her husband as he sat on the end of the bed. "Martin, ple...se," she pleaded. "You always make it sound so dirty. Why is it that I'm always at fault when I'm with another man and you... you're such a saint. There's never anything wrong with your activities. Why am I always nothing but a whore?"She faked a sob, but no tears came to her eyes. Whenever the two of them had found other lovers for the night,. “I’m now going to sit on your face; you will lick my cunt until I say you can stop.” She lowered herself onto me until her cunt was right over my mouth. “Get licking, and you’d better make me come loads or I’m going to whip your arse red raw.” I stuck my tongue out and l Iicked along the length of her slit. Her smell was very strong and she was soaking wet, her juices were dripping onto me. I thrust my tongue into her, causing her to groan. “You’d better not stop, you bastard, that’s fucking. Now, it wasn't doing much more than covering her crotch. Dean had to admit, though, her incredible figure with that summer-in-the-sun complexion was spectacular. Embarrassed by her short dress riding up, she laid her hands between her crossed legs. The pearl bracelet on her wrist only seemed to call more attention to the area and her embarrassment."Normally, for a business loan, I would just ask the person applying for the loan to come in; not necessarily both people. This is a little different. It usually took him almost a week to get the stat sheets done for the football team and the players didn't like that much. I talked with the coach and soon found myself with a job of sorts. I was the student 'manager' and started that week. Besides keeping the stats, I was responsible for doing laundry, keeping towels in the locker room, and helping the trainer do the pre-game and post-game wraps and unwraps. More time in the locker room so I wasn't complaining. Dad was happy as well, I wasn't.