‘Yes, of course,’ I heard myself saying meekly. And after rewarding me with another smile, Marco began shepherding me towards the lift. ‘We will...find it easier to talk there, anyway,’ he said reassuringly. ‘Much less noisy. We can start making plans, decide when you will come to Italy.’ ‘Yes,’ I agreed, attempting to reassure myself that those were the only plans he had in mind. Because however much I tried to ignore it, I could suddenly hear Drew’s voice in my head. You wanna watch yourself. He got on beside her and things got underway, hugging, kissing and feeling each other up. I pulled up a chair and watched on, his hand up Monica's dress, her hand rubbing his cock through his trousers. He stripped her off to her black stockings, suspenders and bikini g-strings, he was most impressed telling me my wife is a perfect 10. He stripped off exposing an erect fat 7 inch cock, I also stripped of. James removed Monica's panties and threw them on the floor, spread her legs looking at her. Strong arms straddled her slender form, and he leaned in until all she could see were his magical golden eyes. His lips brushed up against hers seductively as he spoke a single word that set her afire, “Mine.” With that he took her mouth with a possessive kiss. His lips were punishing and hard, his tongue unmerciful as it swept in her mouth to plunder the sweet secrets within. Moira gave way to his domination, opening herself to him in a way she had never before for any man. Her arms rose of. Her back is a fucking mess, when he gets tired, he spits on her. There is no sign that her whipping disheartened her. Georgios, seeing this, loses his head & begins to taunt herMother fucking cunt I’ll fucking double your fucking beatings if you don’t fucking screamfucking hell!Fucking scream!!!!!!You’re fucking mum will be next if you don’t fucking screamThen your fucking father, fucking brothers, sister, husband, & whoever so fucking muchs loved you fucking once, will fucking get.