Once."Now...would you like to know, what I would like you to do?" Yes, I do." You want me to tell you again...exactly what I'd like you to do?" Yes, p...ease." Because following my voice, my words...felt so good, didn't it?" Yes." Did you expect it to feel so good?"She was trembling again, the soft moisture dripping down her thighs. "No, I didn't." So now you know how it feels to follow my instruction, you're willing to trust me, and let me tell you just how to touch yourself?" Yes. Please tell. She put one of her fingers in her mouth and pushed it in and out, pretending it was a cock she was sucking, then traced the wet finger around her tits, making her nipples fully erect so they pointed up towards the man who was screwing her. I noticed that by now a crowd had gathered round. All the men in the pub had left their seats and were now only a few feet away, watching my wife being treated like a common prostitute. A few of them had their pricks in their hands and were wanking away at. His amazingly chocolate brown skin seemed to be without a single blemish. His teeth seemed to shine like polished marble and his lips looked like Godiva dipped clouds. It was from that very mouth that I heard the two words I least expected: my name."Andrea Jackson" he said in an intoxicating baritone. He reached in for a hug but I foolishly denied his advance and asked “Do I know you?". What he said next truly surprised me more than anything ever. “It’s me Jeremiah Harrison" he said. At that. What's the matter with you, man? I've got a car full of men who can't bend their necks because of you. You messed up the back end of my car. I hope you have insurance, man."Kevin's insurance had run out three months earlier. The premiums had gone up and he couldn't afford it anymore. Kevin surveyed the damage and realized that it wasn't that bad but would probably cost more than he had at the moment. Kevin was in a bind. He hoped he could reason with the man. Kevin turned back to the man and.