She said “I’m gonna put you on speaker but really low okay?”,…with that she laid back against the head board and said, “so you said you were...just thinking about me, really, what were you thinking?”,….he said “well, I’m not sure if I should say or not, you may not like what I was thinking”,…”and your married too”,…she said “If your talking about the same things I’ve been thinking about you I won’t have a problem with it at all, neither will my husband, trust me,…what were you thinking, tell me,. I delivered several more swats but stopped once her slit became sopping wet and I let my thumb stroke over her clit while two of my fingers started to thrust into Amélie's tight canal. She wasn't a virgin any longer but she really did feel tight and I guessed that she hadn't had many lovers, certainly none with a dick as thick as mine.I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep this up for long, I was already close to orgasm and so I warned Amélie and she only redoubled her efforts, her head bobbing. It was the doubt on her friend’s face as she entered the house that reminded Sharifa of her obligations as a Royal Princess. She determined to be polite and not to behave outrageously, nor to show her friend up.The only false note all evening was when a neighbour’s son objected to a bodyguard staying with Sharifa while they were indulging first in a heavy petting session and then as she sucked his prick. The lad could not bring himself to ignore the presence of a tall, well-built, minder. I had a sly text from Sandy, thanking me for last night. Rolling my eyes, I made myself a sandwich and moved on with my life as best I could with my ribs aching the way they were. Inevitably, I found myself at my computer, taking stock of the feud between myself and Oracle. A commenter had pointed out to me that she had fired some shots toward me on the forums, criticizing my work for being too matter of fact, and my sex scenes for being too brief. She complained that some of my stories didn’t.