Your Hubby staring at you in a new light; normally extremely protective of you, but tonight you were his whore who he was delighted in sharing you wit... Phil. Once again Phil tried to lever you up off the floor, but in his struggle your bra unclipped and fell off of you and blew into the road, once again you laughed and blurted out to ignore it. “I don’t need a bra!” you shouted to all and sundry, as your voice echoed along the almost empty street. Your Husband smiled a wicked smile and nodded. More importantly to my mum, his manhood stood proudly erect, long enough that even with my mum’s two hands on it, there was still excess and thick enough that my mum’s hands barely reached around. Soon, my mum was bobbing her head up and down the cock, trying her best to deep throat the stud’s pole. At that point, Drew registered a message in my mum’s phone inbox. It was from Brad, asking her if his American friend; whose name it seems was Jack, was up to her expectations. In the cubicle, Jack. He held her arms and pinned her against the bus.“You want some more, bad boy?”“I’m finished for days to come. I just can’t pay you enough for your beauty and your talent, but take this for now,” he said as he pulled a few thousand bucks from his pocket and handed it to Kareema.Kareema was looking at it like she was offended.“Do you think I’m a prostitute or something?” She asked with fake anger.“No, I don’t. This isn’t a payment. This is an appreciation, take it,” he said as he took her right. “I try to do the same in all areas of my life as well Ma’am,” I replied as if on reflex.“Oh really?” she asked with a naughty smile. She was always very open and friendly to me. “Your girlfriend must really appreciate that. Lucky girl,” she continued. We both chuckled, and the air became tense once more.“Yeah, I guess she would be, if I had one,” I replied with a tinge of disappointment. Our eyes met and the car slowed for a second, and I knew then that the electricity I had felt was not in my.