I was unable to press more than that so waited for her to react. She slowly removed her right hand from the backrest and pressed the button to slide h...r seat back.She turned to her left and saw that her husband was sleeping in the same position. She lifted her salwar top and sat in the same position. I then slowly leaned forward and kept my head in the front of the seat. With my right hand, I pressed the side of the front seat.I wanted her to realize that I’m willing to go further. There was no. "Fuck me," I whispered. "You're beautiful," he said and thrust forward. Like fire taking paper, like water quenching a thirst, he entered me. It took two more thrusts before his hips slapped against my ass and I was full. Full of cock, full of excitement, full of life. And even as I thought that, I also thought, God, you can tell I was an English major, can't you? And then there were no more words to describe. There was just the old-new simple-complex business of fucking and feeling good. I. I usually cried when I came and by the time I stopped, my husband had managed to push the last few inches of his cock into my warm, wet hole. I could feel his balls tickling my ass, his wiry pubic hair and the soft, sticky skin of his scrotum. Robert didn't pull himself back, but held himself deep until my orgasm finished."Fuck me now," I urged him. "I want to feel you cum inside me again." I will, Janey," he promised. "I'll fuck you all night long."And he did."So, who is this doctor we're. I shuddered at my twisted, right arm. A ball gag was stuffed into my mouth. I tried to move my arms to reach up and undo the gag.Chains rattled. My broken wrist exploded in pain. I had manacles on my ankles, my wrists restraints connected to the ankles manacles by another chain. I shuddered and moaned into my gag, tears flowing out of my eyes as I fought against the pain.I looked around my cell once the pain had subsided. I was in a jail cell in the Seattle Police Department. One of Mark's.