Her ass bulging high in the air, he continued molesting her clit. Her sweet, young pussy juices poured out over his hand, running down her thighs. �...That's it, you fucking whore,” he laughed. “Cum all over yourself for me. Fucking cum.” With that, she let go. Cum squirting out over his hand and she let out a muffled scream. Her eyes tearing up from the pleasure she was receiving turned the dust on her face to mud making her choke as it ran in her mouth. He lift her face, blackened from. " What did I have? Well, there was still a good bit of paté and brie; tentatively I suggested that."Sounds delicious. See you then."Even more nervous now, I fixed a serving plate with a lot more sliced paté and brie than I figured the two of us could possibly eat. I got out some crackers, cut some bread and stuck it in the toaster ready to depress, opened a bottle of white wine, made some iced tea in case she didn't want wine, and generally fussed like a little old lady.I wasn't the only. John phoned to say he was coming to London for a 2 day conference bringing C with him she would shop and sight see while he worked and could they come to visit as C wanted to meet us. John had already explained that C was a great lover but very shy outside their bedroom and of course no idea of what we got up to on his visits. They arrived on the Friday night and C although not a beauty had a lovely cascade of reddy blonde hair and these beautiful tits I figured about a 34ff and an imediate. "No! Why did you?" Janice said.I hugged Janice again. "Because you are my best friend. Because if I had never met you we would not both be here, with daughters we adore. Because I realized that I forget to tell you how much you mean to me."Janice sniffled. "I'm just a useless concubine."I hugged her close. "Useless? I don't think so. Who is the director for our musical? Whose idea was it to create it? Who has managed to convince all the concubines to help out? You did all of that. Janice, I.