The thin brunette reached down to the waistband of the man across from her and slid her fingers between the fabric and his flesh. “Stop, Ashley.” ...he girl freezes in position. “What is this game?” Ashley, scolded, withdraws her fingers. Her knees cross as she fidgets. Joi glances at the gap between the girl’s inner thighs. Joi looks over the top edge of her glasses. “The game is service. And that means?” Ashley hesitates. “On my knees?” “ Is that an answer or a question?” Ashley stands up. Finally it too faded, the encroaching blackness stealing even the nothingness she had become, until it swallowed everything that remained. * The car had become a prison for him. An hour passed, then two, and finally a third. He should do something - go in after her, confront the man that took her inside, insist she return with him to their own home, to their own bed. Why had he allowed this in the first place? What kind of man gives his wife to a stranger, and then waits for him to finish with. "I never get to have fun anymore. I got into this business because I loved it. You make me laugh, and you're not shy. When I see the fun you are having, I miss how it used to be. Plus, you kiss better than most women I know, and just so you know, that is high praise." I'll take that. And you're pretty special yourself." Get back to your dinner, and I'll be in touch," she said as she hung up.I turned to Clare."Adrienne wants you to find a project we can do together. She said she told Ford, but. She pulled breathlessly away from dick; a drop of pre-cum glistened on the side of her mouth."Lay on the bed; I can do this better from there," she softly spoke.Mark loosened his pants, allowing them and his boxers to pool around his ankles as he crawled onto the bed.Andrea laid nearby, her hands upon his waist with one hand clutching his erect member. She licked from balls to tip, slowly, several times before thrust the cock deep into her mouth. Mark threw back his head. He could feel her .