A few steps down the drive and I nearly died when I heard a wolf whistle from the side and glanced over to see Roy, our neighbour looking at us."We're...off to a Vicars and Tarts Party. What do you think of my tarty husband. Is his the best costume ever," she said to him.I decided to put on a bit of a show and said to Roy in my normal voice, "God I feel so daft dressed like this." Little did he know I was loving every minute.We chatted on for a few minutes and I began to relax and enjoy myself. He made her lie down on the floor in front of the counter on a card board box he had collapsed to make a makeshift bed. He was not so cruel as to expect her to lie down on a cold tiled floor. He then removed his starched white kamiz (shirt and pulled his vest off. His chest covered in a thick grey black carpet of hair and his pot belly popping over the waist of his shalwar (trousers). Standing up he quickly untied the nara of his shalwar, and pulled them off. He stood a moment and looked down. Our combined juices were too much for her to keep it all contained.She had tasted sweet before, that I wonder if it would now be the same. Pushing her away from me I decided to go down for seconds and lowered my face so I could lick every drop off of her furry mound. In seconds she was climaxing again which caused my cock to get rock hard again. I was ready for something new. Somehow she knew this. "Now it's my turn." was all I heard her say as she sat up, scooted over me. Billie pushed. These guys knew what kind of life they were getting into, and compared to how other criminals might deal with them, Taylor was using kid gloves.“Hopefully he’ll cooperate,” was all Taylor said.Whitaker looked at him dubiously, but let it drop. She wasn’t stupid. She knew how Taylor operated, but she had so far turned a blind eye to his more ... extreme, methods of finding people. He knew that wouldn’t hold if he did it in front of her. He would just have to find another way to get Ronny to.