She cried, she kicked and she screamed, and I was almost worried about the people in the flat next door when she went limp and just let me carry on. W...en I was done, she sobbed as I pushed her off my lap and left her there, after kissing her on the head to make sure she still kind of trusted me afterwards. A week later I had bought a house, a cheap bungalow, and a week after that I had sorted a room out for Anna. Nothing special. Nothing at all actually. I bought grey paint, stripped the. I’m going to be as loud as I fucking want, and I’m going to let you know how good you feel.Gone is the restraint you were showing earlier, the teasing. You know I’m yours now, and you just devour me. I feel your lips on my skin, tongue lapping hungrily at my clit. I was already so close that I can’t last much longer now. “Ohmygod Brian, yes yes yes yes… you’re going to make me cum so fucking hard.” With the one limb I have control of, I take my free hand and grab my tits, squeezing and tugging. I expected to catch Arthur nicking my snacks, not my wife having sex with her line manager. It’s no wonder you don’t fancy a quickie with me is it Ellen? “Oh my God John – I’m sorry.” “Sorry for what Ellen? Sorry for the fact that Derek Goddard will lose his job; caught on film pilfering from a colleague’s desk, not to say fucking said colleague’s wife on said desk. Sorry that Mary Goddard might not say hello to you in the supermarket? She’s getting a copy of this. Sorry that your Mum and. Dropping the pen he was holding harshly on his desk, he looked at the mirror hanging on the left side of the office. Despite being a little over forty-one, he still thought that he was looking pretty good. Chip was six’ two” and he had jet-black hair, with no grays, tanned skin with almost no wrinkles (remarkable given the stress he was generally under), a classically handsome face like an old movie star, and since whatever office, condo or other place he was working or living in had a gym, he.