And I love to cook. Zis car, it is very nice. Your patron?”“No, it’s mine, actually.”“Vraiment?”“Yes. Bought it in Doha before I came he...e. It’s tax-free.”“C’est merveilleux!”I was worried K-T would insert herself into the conversation, but she ... IT ... didn’t say a word and let me do the driving. The display showed perfectly ordinary information: speed, engine temperature, a GPS-map. And there were engine sounds all of a sudden! The calm rumble of a petrol engine that has warmed up nicely. Im fucking hooked. Damn you. I whispered before I started kissing her. I slipped my fingers out of her and she looked at me confused. I pulled her up by the waist, pushing her against the glass wall, and thrust into her. She gasped and I felt her legs close around my waist. I was fully inside her and I waited for one second before pulling out almost completely and thrusting again inside her. This position allowed me to hit her spot every time. We were as close as we could be. Her mouth opened. It was bright flaming red, and actually hung slightly open.She turned around and kissed me. The salty taste on my lips let me know that her pussy wasn't the only hole she had taken a load in. While I was admiring my slut wife, Will had taken up a position on the couch, and now motioned my wife over. She ran over and jumped right on top of his giant cock. It slid in with no problems, her stretched snatch sliding right over it. She rode him, kissing him passionately as his giant hands grabbed her. But she faced forward again and said nothing. "Not yet, eh?" He asked. She thought she heard a smirk in his voice, but remained looking forward. "Don't worry. This won't be by force. When it happens you'll have wanted it. And when that time comes around, you won't ever want to say no again." She heard him walk back the way he came in. She assumed he was leaving, but instead she heard chains rattling and felt herself lowering towards the floor. First her feet touched down fully, but she had been.