As he took in the whole situation he realised that there was no way she hadn’t done this before. That thought made him look at her as a desperately ...erverted slut who would do anything to get off and he was going to treat her like one.He was now convinced that she was built for this brutal action and that she was the only one who could grant him his wildest dreams. This was just the beginning of what he wanted to do with her and he didn’t care if she refused. He was going to fuck her so hard. Malcolm waited while the Andrews signed the paperwork, then left for home with Anita and John following. Anita was driving, and the two cars got separated at a stop light, but John waved Malcolm on. They had discussed the roads and Malcolm had provided a map. John took the opportunity alone with his wife to talk to her about what had occurred the previous afternoon. “How you doing, honey?”“Fine, John. It was a bit different, wasn’t it?” she admitted. “Did you have fun?”“Uh, yeah,” he said. Leaning back in the chair Alan was reaching out to make sure of where the spy the doctor sent was. Looking around Alan soon found the man wandering several miles from the hiding field. As Alan watched the man was heading further and further from the field. ‘Good,’ Alan thought, ‘if he'd done everything well enough then the man should be fine,’ at least Alan hoped he would. Smiling a wide smile, Alan closed his eyes as the fatigue from working on everyone finally caught up to him. Immediately. He grins before proceeding down to the swell of my breast. Looking up at me threw his thick lashes he grins wickedly. I barely have time to process the look before he's already pulling my arms away pinning them behind my back with one hand. I struggle to pull my hands away whimpering slightly. With his other hand he wags his pointer in front of me."Tsk tsk, you shouldn't hide yourself from me" he says lustfully. With his free hand grabs my left breast, thumping the nipple. He leans forward.