Football. Soccer.No matter what it was called, it meant the same thing to me: no sex.We'd been married for a year, together for three, so I'd never ex...erienced the World Cup during our time as a couple. I'd heard about it and knew it was a big soccer match; or football match if you lived outside the US.It was May thirtieth when he casually remarked, much as if he was discussing the weather and not his number one, recently rekindled obsession, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the World Cup starts. I can still work with this - whirlwind romance, no details, focus on how you two couldn't wait to be together. Don't connect it to Atellus. People will still speculate, but we stick to our original statement, which was basically that he was ejected from the reception for appalling behavior and it was up to him to come clean. Do you think he would ... reveal whatever you don't want people to find out, Crispa?"Crispa shook her head. "Definitely not. It wouldn't put him in a good light." Great.". I could taste his sweetness. I squeezed his balls gently as I continued to deep throat him. I could feel every vein on my tongue, as I ran it up and down. I felt his balls restrict and I quickly pinched the base of his cock to prevent him from cumming. I smiled and told him he could only cum inside me. I ran my tongue back and forth over his head hungrily, until he was hard again. I sat on his lap straddling his legs. I felt his hands run up my thigh and squeeze my ass. I held his hard cock in. Then I took myplace across her lap once again. She got right to work again and I begankicking and crying even harder this time. Feeling totally defeated Iaccepted each blow. I have never felt so owned or submissive as I did atthis very moment. While she went on my cry's softened a bit as my bodyseemed to go numb somewhat. But that by no means meant I didn't feeleach and every one. Unable to resist anymore I collapsed over her lap asshe kept going, just the sobs from me being heard between the.