I’d love a blow job too. How about your wife finishes me off?” “Sure, she’s a real slut. Go on honey, go blow the guy." I opened my door and ...nd I got out of the taxi. The driver opened his door and I knelt in front of the cab driver. I wrapped my glossed lips around his hard cock. My husband just watched as I gave the driver a blow job. I think he was rather turned on to see another man's cock down my throat. I sucked, slurped, and gagged on the cab drivers cock. I took as much of his prick. Pulling away from grasping teeth, I slid to the floor of the car and undid his pants. Pulling them and his boxers down his legs until his cock sprang free, I immediately had my lips around it and was sucking as if my life depended on it. Licking and pushing as much of the eight or so inches down my throat as I could, I listened for his moans and watched through my lashes as his head fell back. He was clean, at least, and the taste was only slightly salty, heavy and thick against my tongue.. I had two options. I could stay at the top and watch Erika be tortured or I could try save her.I ran back to Erika's bedroom to fetch my father's handgun. The gun had no bullets, but Wayne didn't know that. Perhaps I could scare Wayne by pointing the gun at him.I sat at the top of the stairs. Wayne came back. Erika received her glass of red cordial. She took a sip and like a spoilt brat complained that it was too warm."I can't drink warm cordial," she said, handing the glass back to her father.. Slinking, enviously, down a slender neck. Teeth were clenched tight. Lips taut and quivering, on the fringe of blue, opened slightly, breathing in more of the cold."Want a lift?" I asked."I wo would lovvv one..," I heard back.The words came at me like Morse Code, from a voice lost and freezing. They fought to make themselves heard above the drone of the rain. Its chaotic tempo, tapping, tap tap tapping, incessantly upon the van's metal roof."bu but I'm sasasoaked, I'll geget your cacar wawet.".