You stick out your tongue and try to lick my fingers, and I laugh and whisper in a slow, but lustful voice, that sluts don’t get to lick, they only ...et to suck, and so I shove my fingers into your mouth. The taste is addictive, and soon my hand is totally free of your juices. You feel like such a slut, sucking and savouring your own juices off my hand; a rush of confusion hits you as you realise you’ve been stroking your rapist’s cock through the thin fabric of his jeans, knowing in your head. I saw her other hand move, it guided itself up to her chest and started caressing her hidden breast, first the left and the right, giving each a light squeeze before going to the other. My eyes flicked from her hand caressing her breasts to her other hand down below as she masturbate, my eyes followed her left hand, the hand squeezing and feeling her own breasts, then wandered down her chest, over her tight stomach and stopped at her belly. She pushed her hand up under her nightgown towards her. If and when we win the contract then I might start to throw my weight about a bit as regards the future." Hmph!" she retorted but subsequently reflected that Nick was making sense. "Damn him," she thought. "He always does."She attacked Harry's plan with vigour. She had to admit that it looked good. Then, as required of her, she began to delve into the detail. She could find nothing wrong with the railway depot. It appeared compact and efficient. She admired the design and the engineering.. He had no patience. Straightaway, he rammed it to the hilt and started banging her as if he had a train to catch.He was mauling her jugs.Without a break in rhythm he gestured me to his wife. I looked at her, she was bending on the rock,completely naked,She removed her Mandakini dress and was in the buff.She spread her ass cheeks and widened pussy lips showing pink innards.Mine is not to reason why,I muttered to myself and pushed with a jerk. I was getting into a rage. I wanted them to.