My body begins to spasm. To heave and twist uncontrollably. My husband valiantly tries to restrain me, but even his immense strength is unable to co...trol the imminent release of unbridled passion. Suddenly, I cry out in ecstasy, pushing my hips back hard into his face. The floodgates open, the dam bursts, and a rush of juices gush forth. I feel his mouth eagerly lapping up the juices from my orgasmic eruption.I continue to suck his cock even harder, more fervently. My efforts are rewarded. ' As we walk together, we continue to talk animatedly. He tells about his native country and I about my trip through Mali. Interested, he asks if i liked it Africa. In scents and colors I tell about the West African country. How wonderful the atmosphere, the climate and the friendly people. The poverty I have seen. But also about the hospitality that you feel everywhere. I tell him about the nice encounters and the beautiful people. 'Particularly the handsome and charming men,' I add to test. I was still seeing my parole officer once a week. Tailing ‘Ashtray’ Ange (Freddie’s nickname, not mine, I find there’s no-one more zealous than an ex-smoker) was simple. Mikey collected her himself from the Spanish airport. Nice place it was, that villa in Spain, although a little off the usual tourist track, that my share of the loot had bought Mikey. Not a patch on the photos that Agnes sent back from my new beachside property in Bermuda, though. No independent door alarm had been fitted to. This was his third hardon, and she was amazed that he could keep it up for her. She took it as a compliment that he did so. It was another sign, in her way of thinking, that he controlled her and dominated her sexually. It was what she wanted.Finally, after spending about ten minutes in this back and forth motion, he released his last spurt of semen and rolled off of her and began to snore lightly. She lay helplessly with her hands and feet tied to the bed and part of his weight on top of her.