I dropped my robe and picked her up by her shoulders and turned her around. I lifted one of her legs up and put it on the chair she was sitting on. ... rolled her robe up over her back so her ass was facing me. I took my cigar out and spit on my hand, rubbing her up her cunt real good with it. I spit on my dick, put my cigar back in my mouth, and rubbed my spit all over my cock. I put my dick between her legs and she put her hand underneath herself and pushed my cock inside her pussy. I. Carol explained Mark’s garbled email to me. We had lost contact for years, so he’d had it sent to my Regiment; they printed it out and put it in with my Get Well cards. Carol thought I shouldn’t see the email until I was released from rehab and mobile on my new legs.”“Carol said that she’d recognised you at hospital after your Afghanistan repatriation last year, and that you were bearing my Brian’s name.”“My name, not Mark’s, er ‘Your Brian’s’. I didn’t recognise Carol at the hospital from all. Quite a tidy sum indeed.’ Noting the older man’s perplexed look he continued. ‘I also understand that he is not the only one you owe money to, am I right?’ He leaned back against the railing and blew a plume of cigar smoke towards the cold stars shining down on them. ‘There are some rumors beginning to float about that you are unable to pay your debts. That you’ve gambled your fortune away and that you and your lovely daughter are penniless.’ Gregory pulled out his handkerchief and nervously. Having 5 inch heels on helped me really get some momentum going as I raised up and down against his knowing fingers. I threw my head back and felt the heat of the lights. His mouth was on my full, b-cup, (real!) breasts now, tenderly sucking each rock-hard nipple and raising up every once in a while to circle a nipple with his tongue. I turned my head a bit and glanced over at the photo-assistant. He had his now very excited penis in his hand and was jacking off to the sight of us. I was.