Yes sir,” she replied folding her lips, then licking them.“Then why the fuck doesn’t she let me fuck her like that?” he asked looking back and...forth between her and his cell.“I don’t know sir. If I were your wife, you could do whatever you wanted to me,” she said breathily. A rubbing of her scalp led to some slow blinks and neck rolls, curls running through the webbing of his fingers.“Always so sweet, Jenn. Now take off your fucking blouse.”“Yes, Mr. Jesser,” her lips moistened with a circular. Not brown, not blond. In between. I gave it a kiss and rubbed my lips in it. I kissed his pleasure trail above it and went back to work on his boxers. I eased them slowly over his rapidly stiffening dick. I stopped with the waistband of the boxers holding his head captive. I kissed the back of his shaft a few times and ran my tongue across it and back up to his soft hair. I looked up at him. He was smiling. Back to work. I slid the boxers past his head and his cock sprang free. He was stiff. I leant forward and kissed her, slipping my tongue into her willing mouth. As we snogged each other’s faces off, I quickly glanced over at Shelley, who was devouring Rob’s manhood like she hadn’t eaten for a week.I sat back, allowing Amy to wank my throbbing hard shaft. “Go on,” I said, egging her to go down on me. She kept eye contact with me as she lowered her head and ran her gorgeous tongue up my tool, before slowly taking me inside her mouth. I ran my fingers through her long blonde hair. The old man stopped to paw through oneshelf, muttering to himself as he did so. Finally though he seemedto find what he was looking for."Aha! Here we go," he said as he turned around and handed me whatappeared to be a handheld mirror. "I believe that this should besufficient for helping you with your problem."It was the type of thing that my grandmother might've owned, adulled bronze with ornate designs adorning the back of it. Theactual mirror itself, however, was cloudy as if something had.