He was fucking me and I was fucking him back. I pulled myself up and put my arms around him, pulling him against me, grinding his crotch against my en...orged clit. I felt my climax approaching, my body tingling all over, tiny beads of perspiration breaking out on my forehead. I could tell that Andrew’s semen was building up in his balls; he clenched his teeth and held back as I surged towards the crest of my orgasm. Then I came - my body tensing as a gorgeous wave of sexual release pulsed. "Would you like me to shower Tommy?" she kissed my neck as I slipped an arm around her waist."Why?"Because I've not had one for three days." Oh, Christ." I'm very hot and sticky Tommy."I ran a hand down onto the curves of her bottom and beyond to the hem of her dress."This is something new to me Belinda, but it's exciting me, it's dirty and I want it, fucking hell, I want it." This is how I like it, Tommy, I'm dirty, sweaty and very fucking horny." So am I."She poked her tongue into my ear as I. That’s who she thinks my life partner is.”“She’s blinded by her own love for Jennifer. That clouds her thinking.”“I’m not so sure about that. When I asked her about where she saw things now, she placed Karin first, Elyse second, and Jennifer third.”“I’m not surprised,” Bethany said. “I can tell she doesn’t think we’re right for each other. But you wouldn’t put things in that order, would you?”“No. In fact, right now, I can’t put things in any order. A few months ago I would have told you. After the encounters Sheila would shower, surveying the bruises and small cuts she demanded her lovers inflict upon her and relishing the marks they left behind. In the flow of bodies at Jayesh’s cocktail parties–which he threw regularly for the good of business and moral at the company–Sheila knew what her job was. Making her entrance by slowly descending a staircase in another fabulously flattering saree, Sheila only arrived at the party once it was in full swing. Indeed, her entry signaled.