You'll do it becaause I tell you to."He was about to argue with her, to just get up and walk away."You'll do it Malcolm because you'll need my help in...the morning......You want to look all...'masculine' for your friends at worktomorrow." Her confidense now evident in the way she talked.With just a few words of threat from Cherry and his resolve was broken.He started to undo his shirt buttons. As he undressed he wondered whereher confidence had come from, how she could ever of had the bravardo. He even allowed his finger to go under the towel, but no further. Her legs were still together at this point and I'm sure her wet pussy lips were trying to squirt out from between her thighs. Michael moved to the other side and did the same. Allowing his fingers to softly rub her vulva again, which brought more squirming responses. He then massaged her tummy, hips and waist. I think the movements he made around her hips actually stimulated her pelvic area which made her thighs grind away at the. I saw a man, maybe in his early 40's, setting on a couch with all his clothes off and flung on the floor. Next to his clothes was a shirt and bra. I looked in shock as between his legs was a woman with her head buried in his crotch, head working up and down. It was my little wife giving him head, something she hated doing for me, as she said it hurt her jaws to much to keep them open for that long. Now my cock is nothing to write home to mother about, 5 3/4 full up and straight thicker at the. On his way out, he grabbed the piece of paper with the names of the clubs on them. He strode through the lobby, the dings and bells and whistles of the various gambling machines beginning to hurt his ears.When he was down the strip and had passed two hotels, he ducked into a third. The MGM Grand was a huge place and the concierge would probably never recognize him if anyone ever asked. He stood patiently at the counter, trying to make himself look a little less imposing and commanding. That.