She let out a gasp as I made contact, then spread her legs and took me as far inside as I could go. Claire, over in the corner, was watching in rapt ...ascination. I didn't know how long that would last, but I was determined to make this count. I reached up and ran my hands under her dress, feeling her legs flex as the bride-to-be squeezed my cock with her vagina. "What's your name, bride?" I asked. "Sarah", she panted out. "Yours?" "You can call me daddy", I answered. She started. Mya smiled meekly as she remained kneeling submissively before me. I closed the phone and set it back down on the table before turning to her, my lustful desire growing by the second. “Where should I fuck you?” I asked, towering over her as she waited patiently. “You can fuck me anywhere you want,” she replied, relinquishing all control. I briefly thought about bending her over her kitchen table, but soon settled on another idea. “I’m going to fuck you in your bed…,” I hissed sadistically.. As my lips meet his body his cock tenses and I gag slightly, but manage to keep my head down, feeling his shaft fill my throat. I slide his cock out of my throat and stare at the spit coated beauty, panting deeply as I catch my breath before sliding him into my throat once more, much faster now. I repeat the process, deepthroating and breathing, enjoying the strength and hardness of his erection as he invades my throat. I slow down the pace, placing a hand on each of his legs and suck him. I’ll get you two your usual tea and bring it in.’ ‘Thanks, June.’ Brent walked into the living room to greet his friend and former customer. ‘Afternoon, Walter.’ ‘Afternoon. What brings you over here this afternoon? Missing out on the usual cribbage game?’ he laughed, and then coughed a deep, hacking cough. ‘Yah, well, you know me. I can’t resist relieving you of your pension money.’ ‘You wish!’ Walter wheezed. It was the typical banter of two friends who had known each other for the eight.