You break our kiss, gasping for breath and I sink to my knees taking your nipple into my mouth and continuing to work my fingers inside you. I squeeze... lick and suck, soaking your tits in my saliva and rubbing your clit firmly. After just a couple of minutes of this I can feel your legs start to tremble. I take my mouth from sucking on your nipple and look up at you, my voice a low, almost threatening growl. “When I get you back to the hotel I am going to get on my knees between your thighs and. “You know how I know that? Huh? Do you know how I know Dolan will beat the shit out of us? How he won’t grant us fucking mercy or even give us the benefit of the doubt?”“No,” Paul said defensively.“Because, you’re future in-law burned my fucking farm to the ground ... with me and my wife sleeping in our bed! And do you know why? Huh? What do you think our big transgression was? I bet you’re thinking I pissed him off somehow or fucking betrayed him deeply. I bet that’s what you’re thinking. Or. I assured her she would look classy, not slutty. I told her to try it and she said she would now but she wasn’t going to wear it on the night. Dress to impressMum came out the bathroom looking stunning in the figure hugging dress and I must admit I was having impure thoughts. “Wow, you look amazing”, I said. She looked at herself in the mirror but didn’t seem convinced. “With the right shoes and undies you’ll have him fawning all over you”, I insinuated. I started to imagine her in matching. He returned shortly after with a wicker-encased bottle which he opened at the table for her, and poured a little as a taster. She sipped a little, and then nodded to him to pour the wine. He did so, leaving the remainder of the bottle on the table, and vanished once more. Sarah looked at the bottle, and smiled as she saw a small tag proclaiming the actual wicker-work around the bottle to be 100% genuine Hemp. Her meal arrived a few minutes later, and she ate gladly, sipping the dark red wine as.