...ghhodddd... here for a screw? You can't even... oooh ... can't even do that right," she babbled, through gritted teeth. "Shut up, bitch! This time,...I'm the one calling the shots. You're going to take it, and like it, do you hear me!" He was ramming into her good and hard now, loud slapping noises coupled with their grunts as he bottomed out inside her. He started to slap her dark, firm tits as he fucked her, enjoying the little squeals she made as he left little red marks on her jiggling. He asked himself if she was really crying. He had not seen her ever cry except at their daughters wedding but those were tears of joy. That was a tear of anguish. He kissed it. ‘You may have as many chances as you need. Just remember that I still get phone calls.’ ‘Ouch,’ she said with a happy smile. ‘FYI, he was not nearly as good as you in any way. I was caught in his flattery and attention at a time when you gave me neither. I should have known you were concentrating on work, trying to keep. "What was that, babe? I didn't quite get that."She mumbled at him again as he set her down in the large whirlpool tub on a thick towel he had placed there earlier. He squatted down between her legs and began licking her clit and using two fingers to fuck her pussy. It wasn't long before she was responding, and he removed the gag but left on the blindfold. She was just moaning loudly, and he knew she was probably close to cumming when he stopped,"I was sooo close, hun. Why did you stop? C'mon,. ‘Go where?’ ‘Home, Neil, I need to go home.’ ‘OK.’ ‘I can’t drive a car in Britain. Would you take me? Now?’ ‘Sure. OK. Sure. We’ll take one of the rented Opels, leave the Land Rovers for the rest of them,’ Neil said, his voice shaking, leading the way back to the edge of the road. They reached the car in minutes. Alan got in on the left, and Neil behind the wheel. Neil turned the ignition and started it up, but made no move to put it in gear. After a few seconds Alan looked over and saw that.