Her hand moved to her pussy and I could hear her fingers squelching in the wetness. ‘Mark, lick my clit and finger my arsehole’ Sarah suddenly dem...nded, pulling her bum away from me so she could lay on her back on the bed after removing her thong. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the bed side table and lay between her legs, eagerly licking and sucking her wet lips and engorged clitoris. Sarah pulled her legs back and held on to her thighs so I could easily access her bum. I kept my lips and. Her eyes were focused on Beth’s ass, stuffed with my aching prick. She had told me many times before that she wished she could see what it looked like when my cock was buried in her ass. We had bought a digital video camera once for this specific purpose. But from the look in her eyes and the expression on her face, the video didn’t do it justice. I could tell from her body motions that she was grinding her hips in small circles, the usual sign that she was building to a climax. I knew from. "When did we last do that?" You did it with Jay on Monday."She stood up for a second, looking at me carefully but not letting go of my cock."I've never actually done it with you have I... Oh shit. Are you keeping score?”“Score of what?”She looked up at me. “All the things I did for them and not for you.”“I have the tapes but I don’t know what went on before.”For a second she hesitated."Before?" I don't know when you started with Dean and Jay. I read your diary but that wasn't like movies and I. It was petty and vindictive, but I felt I had grounds to be angry.I ended up staying in Izmir for about five years. It is a beautiful part of Turkey and has all of the trappings of civilization that one could possibly ask for, and I got into a pretty nice routine. During the summers I would act as an assistant instructor for Dave's old marine archeology classes, locating ancient shipwrecks and learning the historical recovery and preservation parts of the business. I got my story in National.