I looked over at her, but here eyes were looking down as her hands worked up and down my shaft. She used one hand to open her seatbelt and with a qui...k glance around, she darted her head down between me and the steering wheel. I gripped the steering wheel tight and tried to focus on the traffic all around us as she just stared at her hand sliding slowly up and down the length of my shaft. Her warm hand touched all the right places as she let it slide up past the head and then back down to. I cried some muffled sounds, as he held my head and ground his cock balls deep in my poor throat. He let me push him off and pulled out as I coughed, making me choke on my own breath as he slapped me across my face.He held my head by my curly hair and stared into my eyes.Then I immediately understood I was completely his, far beyond this throat job if he carried on this way; I would submit to him.I opened my mouth for him to slide back in, being given a moments of catching my breathe, as he. He said you had to relive your memory until it resolved. Everything else is in your head. You imagine all of it.”“It feels real,” he says defiantly. “I think I’d know if I had lost six months of my life.”“Fuck, Daniel,” she fires off angrily, “you had a nervous breakdown.”“And what about your affair?” he asks just as angrily. “Is that still going on as well or are you going to tell me you’re just carrying it on for appearance sake?”“That’s ended,” she says with a sigh. “It just happened this. Camille got a call from her husband to say that he was five minutes away, with that we got ready to go. I gave Camille a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug and told her I would like to see her again. I was walking home with Becky, when she said she noticed on how I was hitting on Camille. Cause Becky knew me I didnt deny it. Becky reminded me that Camille was married and I should let it be. I told Becky that I wanted to see Camille again but in a quiter environment. I reminded Becky that she.