He grasped the hair on the back of her head and shoved his dick into her mouth. For a good two or three minutes, her fucked her mouth like there was n... tomorrow. Rya was going slowly and steadily up and down on my dick. She ran her fingers through my hair and cooed as I picked up the pace slightly. Being honest, it felt so good I didn’t want to change anything. Matt sat back on the couch and I watched as Sheri straddled him like Rya was straddling me. It was easy to see the mood Sheri was in. ‘For the same reason I need you, silly,’ I said.”That one stung. I realized she didn’t mean it the way it came across, or at least hoped so, but if she didn’t explain it to Brent, he wouldn’t. God, I wondered what he thought of me, my wife fucking him almost every day like a crazed, sex-starved woman. Did he think I didn’t fuck her every day, too? Didn’t satisfy her? Couldn’t get it up? Had a tiny dick? Well, the last one was starting to feel like it was true with how she talked about his.. Where are you at with reports on it?’’ I asked.I waited while the papers were passed around while sipping my coffee.‘‘No, I haven’t seen any of this, we assumed that when the links went dead they were going to come up with different ones and have been looking for them. It’s generally considered bad operations to use old systems that you think may have been compromised,’’ Frank said.‘‘My initial reaction is that this is misinformation to see if and how we respond,’’ I said.‘‘If it is not. Or dessert. The Queen, so I have heard, has an appetite for young women such as yourself.”Alice shuddered, recalling she’d heard the same. “I don’t suppose you are competent at picking locks, Cheshire?” She pulled at the chain overhead, rattling it softly so as to draw attention to her predicament.“You may suppose, or not suppose, whatever you wish. It will, however, make little difference in what is possible and what is impossible.”“You are impossible,” she muttered, frustration colouring her.