Nigel was slim build, balding but refined, just a few years older than us. Nigel commenting on how lovely Monica looked.Well, after some only 1/2 hour...or so of getting to know each other, some chit chat, Monica got her bag with her lingerie and headed into the en-suite, "Your in", I told Nigel, "she's going to put on some sexy gear". Nigel again commented on my wife's beauty and telling me in no certain terms, "she's going to love it". Also showed me how best to use his company digital camera. "Not much I can do about it, sure they'll be finished soon," I laugh.Later as I put out my washing on the line I glanced up and saw the culprits for the first time. It looks like a father and son, an older man in his sixties I'd guess making the noise. His son looked more in his thirties, his muscles bulging through a tight t-shirt as he carried the tiles. Ripped jeans molded to his firm buttocks, as he bends to pick up the next pile."Hey," he waves down. "If anything drops into your garden,. "You are quiet. Tell you what, I will set the second sensor now and giveyou a minute or two to ask or not ask. And as an incentive to asking Iwill reward you with a less intense setting should you choose to ask."Fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay I would ask. The extra waiting pain will be mentalbut the lessor whip pain will be real. "Yes, please, Mam, what is thesetting?" Seventy-two inches will now be reduced to a nice round sixty-nine," andshe laughed at her joke and slid the sensor inward a scant three. ..if you didn’t chug that spunk down there’s no way I’d be doing this now, or ever.” With that she lowered herself down my body and positioned her head next to my penis as she picked up the pace of her strokes. My whole body tensed up. I couldn’t help of thinking about her telling Kassandra how she dropped to her knees to blow Tayshaun.“Oh Melissa, please suck it… please….”Melissa smiled and laughed, “No…”“Please, please!” I knew how pathetic I sounded as I begged. Melissa gave no.