" This isn't helping an' I'm not actually sure what to say next. He grabs the last ball from the bag and kicks it, "What," he sneers at me, "you wake ...p 'a fag' this morning?"I kinda laugh, "Nah, I think I went to sleep 'a fag'. I woke up confused."He looks at me, panting a bit, "Are you serious?" Yeah."He looks at me for another minute then grabs the bag, "I gotta get these."I nod, stand and wince. He looks at me an' I'm bettin' he thinks my ass is sore for totally the wrong reason. We wander. " If things go right I'll have her this afternoon." You sure about this? Granted that her husband is only freelance, but he does have ties to the local media." It won't matter. If she is the fame hungry twit we think she is she will control him until we have what we want. After that? Who cares what he thinks or who he has ties to. But then again, maybe it would serve us better if she were a widow. Yes, I think that is the way to go. See to it." Yes sir."Peter stood at the front gate of the. He blushed when he realised I saw it too. “it’s not what you think...” He said looking away from me or his boner. “I think it’s exactly what I think” I said with a warm tone. I took a step closer and kneeled in front of him. I told him to get up and I pulled down his boxers. “wow!” was the only thing I could say when I saw his half-erected dick dangling in front of my face. I told him not to be afraid and just relax. I licked his tip first and it immediately began to jerk. I started kissing his. He moved the black satin aside and touched her bare sex for the first time. She was soaked in her lube. He ran his finger up her folds to her clit. His fingers were coated in her juices. He slowly entered her hole with one thick finger and swirled her hard clit with his thumb. He looked at the pleasure on her face. Her eyes were closed and she bit her plump lower lip trying to control her moans. He picked up his pace vibrating his finger inside her, causing her to arch her back and breath.