"Goddamn I wish you could hear me! Work that motherfucker!" As she felt her dick respond to the stimulation, her now-slick tip was now dragging past...her navel while she was hardening, adding another subtle level of stimulation. With her hips bucking, Kat tongue moved in a swirling path along her shaft, teasing her nerves by hitting all the right spots. Her nipples feeling hard as diamonds, she felt her dick get longer and thicker and just as hard as her nipples as her lover worked her. She felt more fucking alive than she could remember. This, here and now, was the antithesis of all she’d ever felt as the committed history teacher and the good wife. Her words to Jared had been true. This was her. “Fuck me,” she seethed. “That’s what I’m doing.” The animal quality in his voice was akin to what boiled within her at each impalement of his cock. “Fuck me, fuck me hard.” Her shoulder was squeezed tight enough to bruise as he slammed more forcefully. “That’s it, hard, fucking give. He spoke very soft and kindly as he instructed me ' ... Neal here at my feet and drink slowly, I like to stroke my pussy before I put it to work! ... '. I was upset but swallowed my pride and assumed the position he instructed. I sipped suspiciously at the content and placed the glass on the floor besides me, as I looked back at him he extended his arm and stroked my hair lovingly as he encourage ' ... you make an adorable pussy, turn here and kiss my dick. From now on it will be your joy stick. The boss of the gang was the one I was interested in questioning, but I was stymied for the moment. I checked and found that the only door to the office where the boss was sitting was from the main room. There was not even a convenient window. I suppose that I could have broken in through the wall if I had needed to, but that did not seem appropriate at the moment. The same could be said for forcing my way in through the main room. I decided to wait until the boss left the headquarters before.