I couldn’t fuck him if I wanted to. I won’t deny that I did want to, but there was no way. I went back to the blowjobs and tit jobs and kept worki...g to keep him on the edge. I just had to pee; I should have gone before all this started. There was no way I was going to let it go all over the carpet because I’d never get it cleaned before hubby got home. Thinking about pee was too distracting. I had to crawl over to the clock and refresh the cock to stop it wilting. Wilting, that reminded my. First of all it was no fallen and this real life drama created my BIL was really getting excited.We came back and I was just trying to make a scene now what to do and all that stuff. I told we have to wait till morning as my friend who is having extra keys is having a night shift and she will be coming tomorrow morning and so on.Rickshaw driver consoled me not to worry he will help in whatever form I could want. I was waiting for the next move and BIL pretend as he is deep sleep and when I. I'm retired. Actually British SAS, Just so you dont need to ask." he said."I figured it was something British, The accent gives you away.," I said."So I'm told," he replied."So what kind of office are we talking here?" I asked."I run a branch of a private security company call Swamp Dog," he informed me."Holy shit, I have a mercenary in my living room," I said with a laugh."Well the branch I am in charge of doesn't do black ops type things. We are strictly body guards, a little more expensive. But this week has been hectic. Between work and buying a new house, we haven't had much time for fun. So, once we finally had time alone it was all orgasm after orgasm all day long. He came all over my 38DD tits, deep inside my soaking wet pussy, and his last load filled my tight little ass. It was getting late and nothing got done around the house as planned. And we wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I decided to start putting some laundry away as Patrick looked at me with his sleepy blue.