Uske blouse se uske boobs bahar aane ko machal rahe the. To maine uska hook khol diya jiske karan uska boobs ekdum loose hokar latak gaye. Blouse dhee...e utarne me wo maza nahi isliye maine uska blouse beech me se phad diya. Ab uska blouse do piece me alag ho gaya. Tab wo bolti hai ye kya kiya tabhi maine usko zor se kiss kar diya. Or ab dheere dheere uske chut sehlane laga. Wo bhi maze lene lagi, phir maine usko apne upar betha liya, or apna lund uski chut me daal diya. Uski chut pehli baar. That settled most of their questions right off of the bat. Good, because in my current state I wasn't entirely sure what answers I was giving. It did appear that my fairly genuine performance of a cuckolded and abandoned husband was spot on the mark and didn't raise any red flags with the officers. They weren't investigators; they were just patrol cops that got the call from dispatch to notify the next of kin.I told them to look around anywhere they wanted and I went into the kitchen to wage. It was something she normally never did - talk to the help. "He would rather work on some contract than fuck his wife." She then spoke over my shoulder as I finally got her onto the rear seat. "Or are you fucking someone else?" There was venom in her voice. "Like that bimbo secretary of yours?"After I stood back up out of the limousine, Mr. Dietel closed the door just as his wife's first sob could be heard. He attempted an embarrassed smile then pressed his palm into mine. I felt several bills. “I’d like that” she breathed, “I’d like that a lot”. They both stood, swapping places. Serena perched on the edge of the bed and Phil knelt in front of her and started sucking and nibbling on her sensitive nipples, making both breasts slick with saliva. He squeezed and kneaded, licking and sucking the buttons into his mouth in turn. Serena arched her back and her fingers slid into his thick hair. “I am going to give you your reward for giving me such an amazing orgasm, Serena. For letting me.