Even if I wanted to glance back, I couldn’t because Ms. Benson’s thighs were clasped around my head as she raised her butt off the table and began...shaking. I curled my fingers and began stroking her g-spot as I sucked hard on her clit. She exploded against my mouth, her legs flexing open and closed around my head, her stomach and legs shivering and quaking.I dropped my head, my mouth slipping from the wet pussy, my forehead resting there as my own orgasm rose within me. I slipped a hand. Will you be OK while I'm gone? Do you want anything before I go?"After hearing her reassure him that she was fine and didn't need anything, he went off, still whistling happily, feeling contented within himself. It was marvellous how a few good deeds can make one feel real good, he thought to himself.He was very pleased that there was a good selection available in the fish shop. He bought some green king prawns and fresh scallops, intending to cook them in a creamy, pernod sauce for their main. "What kind of man is Mike, to want other men to have sex with me?" In her mind's eye she imagined Mike playing with himself in the connecting room, watching while Nick fucked her. Fucked her with his huge penis. Pinning her hands over her head with his strong muscular arms. Taking what he wanted. Taking her. The thought sent a chill down her spine. But then she thought again of her husband, with his pants around his ankles, playing with himself as he watched another man fuck his wife. Playing. Sammy was a muscular guy who was now slightly balding. Six months after they had started dating, they had kissed for the first time. The next time when they kissed he tried to press her boobs but she was so shocked that she pushed him away and yelled at him. But slowly she got used to it. She liked it when Sammy would kiss her deep and then suck her lower lip. He would always hold her boobs, but she would never let him undress her or touch her between the legs. She thought they would not have.