Dare I ask, am I distracting you?'"Um, Eliza," he muttered, leaning back. "Could you please pull up your top a bit, you're showing a little too much."...Oh, am I?" I asked, glancing at my rack."Yes, and your thong is sticking out too. I don't know who you're planning to impress, but they're lucky. I can't say I want or need to see you all out there, though, okay?"I sighed and did hide my tits and thong at his request. 'I like a little reluctance.'Although, even as I did that, I saw both of his. .damn. He leaned in forcing himself in as far as possible, and he came so deep inside his issue slid straight into my gullet. But he stayed there my airway blocked until I almost threw up, then he stepped back allowing air to get into my lungs. 'Yes, he cried, hell yeah, bitch you almost got it all in he said with a laugh, you gett'n good at this, and he staggered back to the chair in the corner of the room and plopped down. As my breathing got back to normal, I looked up at his smiling. " His hands rose to pluck the shawl from my shoulders. Since my long dress was both strapless and sleeveless, the downward motion of his hands pushed my dress top down to my waist. He took my breasts in his hands and squeezed them. I gasped and responded by pulling his cock free."Oh perhaps I am too forward, Mistress Smith," he replied. One hand pressed me forward over the edge of the table. The other hoisted my flowing skirts up, bunching my dress around my waist. In defiance of fashion, I had. As usual though, they weren't aware of how he really was when we were alone, or after he put the ring on my finger. That's the sad truth... you don't ever see what the bastard is really like until the ring goes on the finger. Then they don't need to hide it anymore, its behind closed doors. He wasn't... a good husband, nor a good man," she said, her lips quivered and I guessed that it made her uncomfortable remembering her past with her ex-husband."I'm sorry to pry, I shouldn't have asked. I'm.