Between them, plump white sofas and armchairs sat like marshmallows strewn around by the hand of a good-natured giant. Sprawled on a sofa in the heart...of this sumptuous scene was Dave.He was looking good, clad in his usual sleek chic black jeans and turtleneck. He'd let his stubble grow into a casual yet carefully controlled shadow, and was sporting black suede shoes with silver laces. A bag with a subtle designer logo by his side probably contained his laptop. Emma reflected that, in any other. .. She looked at her watch. It had been an hour and ten minutes since he had left. What if he didn't come back? What if he had become frightened and had run away?'I shouldn't have said anything about telling his mother', she thought., 'What am I going to say if he does something stupid?'The sound of the doorbell caused her to jump. And her heart began to race.We sat facing each other, Mrs Cranfield sat on the settee, I perched nervously on the edge of the armchair. The gas fire burned brightly. .." The first sniggered."Please..." She said holding out her arm.He looked at her and said:"What would you do for it?" I would do anything. I make money for you. Work hard." She groaned. "Please! Just give me another shot..."The two men looked at each other then smirked. I saw them pull down their pants. Unlocking her handcuff the first man said:"First you suck my cock, whore." He said pulling her my hair to shove her head down on his cock.My whore wife hungrily took his Thai sausage into her. You leaning forward I reach my right hand between your legs separating them slightly placing it just above your pubic bone , with the left I separate your lips with my fingers giving me full access . You feel me move my lips to your exposed womanhood and I begin to firmly yet gently sliding my tongue around your clitoris ,then sliding it in your warmth , tasting your sweet juices as they flow into my mouth,,,moving even more to a place where most never go , I slide it soaked with your juices.