Within 5 minutes Frank had reached his full hardness and his precum I could taste. His breathing intensified and so did mine as I could hear my wetnes... in Chris's hand. I stopped and asked Chris to get the Mineral Oil in cuppard. Franks hard on was pulsing as I went back to work on him. His need was apparent but I paced myself by alternately licking his shaft and balls.Chris came back with the oil and started to lube me up. My pussy was wet enough but he knew where I wanted it. His fingers. “Push your lips up against my ear,” I murmur.She does as I say, her hot breath breezing into my brain. I tease her nub gently with my finger, enjoying the rhythm of her breathing, the tiny squeaks of reluctant, shameful pleasure that gradually increase in strength, hovering through my aural passage. Cuck sits on tenterhooks, watching. Watching the movement of my hand in his wife’s knickers.We sit like that for ten minutes, as untold events unfold on the screen in front of Pet and I. Hot breath. I feel ready," I confirmed, nodding firmly.I knew this was quite a big step, and I was glad Nicki had made me wait until now.We went to the bedroom. Away from the steel grey light of late autumn, with the curtains drawn shut, it was very warm, cosy and softly lit in her inner sanctum. Nicki had strategically placed several mirrors for us to enjoy the view. With little preamble, we slipped out of our clothes, smoked a spliff to help me relax, and had a special cuddle. When we were both feeling. Michael picked it up and opened it. It was stuffed with cash. Michael didn’t count it but at a glance it looked it was at least three times the weekly wage he earned as a nurse.“There’s your earings for the week and also there are some extras from Steven and Jean. Shall we call it compensation?”“For some reason you are very popular with my punters. Word has got around after the party at Richmond Estate that you are quite the ‘new thing’. I have long ago given up trying to figure out what.