Words that once carelessly flowed were now cautious and guarded. Innuendos perhaps lost in translation. ‘I’ve missed you.’ He said softly, his e...es looking through me. The pink sting I had felt earlier progressed into burning crimson heat. He was acknowledging what I had already known. He truly did miss me as much as I genuinely missed him. When I planned my escape, I had no intentions of revisiting my captor. I moved as far away as possible, and I had moved on as well as I could. Maybe that’s. I say completely naked, but of course she was still wearing her heeled boots and, I noted warm woollen stockings that came up to her knees. That was all she had under the coat, however, and judging by the way her nipples were standing out like pink beads, she was already feeling the chill of the night. ‘Come and warm me, Paul,’ she moaned, her voice sounding just a little husky. I stepped into her embrace, and she wrapped the floor-length coat about us both as I came against her naked flesh. We. It felt so good. I never had such a big, hard, erect cock in my pussy before. It was like a fucking Cadillac of all dicks. Jack was pulling my long hair. He was fucking me so hard and so fast. I felt like such a slut, and I loved every minute of it. “Oh fuck. Fuck me harder and faster Jack. I’m your whore, and I love your cock. Oh God it feels so good. Robert, it feels so good. I’m actually getting fucked hard and fast.” “Your pussy feels so good. You’re a fucking whore. Your husband is. I press my legs together trying to ignore the fact that my pussy is dripping. I look up at him and I find his lips just a hair away from mine. “Xavier,” the words leave my mouth and when my lips move they brush against his. His hand touches my leg and slowly moves up. I press my legs together harder. Fuck. “Do you really want me to stop?” Xavier asks me. “No,” I whisper the words and in moments my lips are on his. He pushes me up against the fridge. I release myself and he lifts me up, my.