James hands slowly swivel up and down his towering cock. Thats right, slut, beg for it. Get wet for me. Sean, lick her. I want to be in her shortly. H... obeys, only half-reluctantly, Sean bends forward, snaking his tongue into Isabelles pussy. She gasps, arching her back to lift her cunt higher and therefore closer to his slick tongue. He grins, his ego pushing him to look at James as he begins to push his tongue deeper into Isabelle. Two wet fingers on her clit and a strong tongue buried in her. "Hello, I'm Celeste White, from next door. This came for you today and the driver left it but I wanted to keep it inside until you came home. So here it is." Oh, thanks, Celeste, I'm Alan Wolfe, please come in a minute," I offered and she stepped inside and I had her sit down."I don't drink much but I do have a glass of wine when I get home in the evenings, can I pour one for you? Red or white, I have both." That's nice, yes, red's fine," she answered and I went to the kitchen and soon came. Another ploy was the denial of sex for me, he would ignore me for months and would await the week before my periods, my most fertile of periods and most needy of attention, he would suggest a night out and style of dress for me, which bordered on the obscene, stockings without panties, which I went along with, thinking of the sex that would follow, not realizing another man had been lined up and was waiting in the wings to provide him with his live sex show and my inability to control my. He told her that no one expected perfection from them since they were all just starting out and that he could already tell she'd do very well. But SHE expected perfection from herself and was determined to be perfect... for him. She glanced down a bit when he started describing the dinner and he stopped. "What's wrong, my little sweet one? You may speak freely." "It's just... in front of all those people... I know there was the auction but..." she felt flustered and silly now. "But you were.