After ten minutes or so I got nosey and crept back into the house, I could hear them talking, my wife asking about the job, I peeked through the door,...they were both facing away from me so I had a good view of them both, he was a well built man in his thirties, my wife is in her late 40's but looks younger, he was saying the job was at different venues mainly for parties or company functions and that the waitresses clothes were supplied by the company as each function was different, he had. I pushed my tongue up her ass and began to tongue it. She reciprocated by pushing a wet finger in my ass as she greedily sucked my hard, wet cock. I was near to coming but I wanted to cum inside her. I bent her over but couldn't resist tongue fucking her tight ass again as I fucked her nyloned feet with my hard cock. I loved the feel of her feet around my cock. She rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy as I pushed my tongue in her ass. I could the wet squelching of her fingers as she came. . If you don’t, I will know. Do not remove them, or take them off at any point. If you do I will know. There will be consequences if you do. X The brunette adjusted her lace bra from underneath her expensive black tight all in one dress, which hugged her figure perfectly. Standing in her new 4 inch heels looking at her in the full length mirror, Smokey eyes, teardrop diamond earrings and chain, immaculate and smiling. Because today she knew, only six months into. That one character trait had been her downfall every since she had first met him when she was fourteen. Her schoolgirl crush had been long forgotten, but a week after Paris’ murder changed all of that. The night of Paris’ murder, Isla had been the lone witness. She had seen him leaving Paris’ apartment wearing a blood-stained shirt. She knew he had not committed the murder. Michael was not the murdering type. He had always been calm, even when angry. Isla had always figured something in his.