This wasn’t Paul’s first blow job. It was his third.The earlier two had been strange affairs, both by thesame girl. Both had been marked by nervou...ness, fearof discovery and hopeless inexperience. It had been inthe dark and cold and uncomfortable. The first timehe’d not come. The second time he had and the girl hadthrown up over his shoes. This time? Warm and very comfortable and he could seethe action. Best of all Marsha seemed to know verywell what she was doing. Paul relaxed and let it. I moan to myself, realising this is just onemore example of her proving her control, I'm as helpless now as I'veever been with her... and I have no idea where we're going!It's a long journey and by the end my arms are getting tired, and myarse is getting sore on both the outside and the inside. When we finallyslow, turn and stop in what sounds like a gravel car-park I'mrelieved... sorta, I'm still not sure where we are, and if I'm going tolike it.Mistress gets off, and I carefully take off my. As on Friday, she stripped quickly and had little use for foreplay when very excited; this time she was drenched and pushed his head between her thighs before he had much chance to explore her breasts to the full. She pulled him above her and took him deep into her throat as he sucked her thoroughly, and in her excitement, she came quickly three times, then slammed her thighs closed as she worked him fully into her. He grunted, “I’m coming,” and she only opened wider and pulled on his ass. With. “Hurry back, Mr. Manzari, your wife, Mrs. Manzari, wants to wrap her pretty lips around your huge cock,” read the caption. The following week, Holly’s heady feelings of bliss were countered by two difficult conversations. The first, with her ex-husband, was as expected. He accused her of being a ‘cougar’ and showing very poor judgement. She reminded him that his new girlfriend was also quite a bit younger, though admittedly the gap in their ages was not as conspicuous. She pleaded with him.