Tom had by now found my clit and was gently rubbing it under the table and I was getting frustrated because I couldn`t get a full grip of his cock.I s...arted to get close to cumming and spread my legs as wide as I dare.I tried keeping my face straight as I started to cum Tom left his fingers in as I came on them. He then pulled them out and licked them in front of my husband and Jane,they had no idea.We finished our drinks and said our goodbyes and when we got home I got my husband to fuck me. In the open central area of the warehouse, there was a raised platform, like a stage. On that that stage was an eight-foot long table and a half-dozen or so folding chairs that had been salvaged from Manatee Bay High School's garbage. Sitting on these chairs were Ernesto, Consuela, Tori, Mandy, Kristen and Jennifer. Sandy's son, Scott, was standing in front of the table. Below them, on the floor, crowded together, were most of the twelve to seventeen year olds of Manatee Bay as well as a few. You could feel a blush rise at that thought, there were no secrets left. The kisses continued down your chest over and around your breasts. You heard him moan in delight as your back arched from a particularly sensitive spot he touched. Your response gave him more pleasure and that gave you pleasure in return. She was less vocal but in the confusion of touches, kisses, licking and caresses you had been missing the subtle physical responses of her. Not any longer, as she devoured your breast. She looked almost artificial to him. The detective was contemplating whether to make known his presence but decided against it as the hostages were just next to Sonja. His cop instinct was to protect the innocent first. With his experience of more than sixteen years as a cop, he had seen thousands of faces. He understood how the mind of a criminal worked especially psychopaths. They would rather kill off the hostages, and then turned on themselves than to surrender. He would have to bide his.