She could feel her orgasm building and wanted to reach it soon. But she knew that to speedup too much would cause her to fall. And she realized that...he must know this also, because he was keeping the pace right where it was. ‘Damn you,’ she moaned. She knew he was watching her every movement. Keeping her at a pace that would make her body respond while denying it immediate satisfaction. ‘Oh please, she thought to herself, just a little harder.’ She knew that eventually her sexual state. He didn't really want that filthy dog anywhere near her again. That damned dog, and Mark Denning, had first ruined everything he loved, Desirée and Nancy. Even Johnny Canning and the stinking, hypocritical preacher Hemmings had had her. Clete knew that the only way to assuage the pain he felt was to take her again, on a regular basis."I'd like to have that tape," he told Priscilla. "I've got an idea for it."Priscilla looked at him as if he were crazy. "You don't think I went to all the. "I get it, this is going to be some stupid phone sex gag. We start fucking and hit the button, then there is some woman on the other end talking dirty to us."Made since to me, and I felt myself getting hard. Although I was waiting for Susan to say it was stupid and toss it in the trash."That is kinda hot," she said, much to my surprise. She slid a hand up my thigh, brushing my hardon. "Reminds me of when you had that crappy apartment with Mike. We used to fuck in the room next to his...loudly.. She wore another tight mini skirt in black, except this one was made of leather. Her black silk blouse was almost see-through and hugged every inch of her torso. It made her breasts look as though they were going to bubble over the neckline.Black pantyhose or nylons covered her magnificent and shapely legs and knee-high leather boots adorned her feet. She embraced me at the kitchen door and we shared a long tongue kiss. Standing up with her firm body pressed against mine as I ran my hands over.