”“That is a sensible decision. You really didn’t want to see your men killed, did you?”Howard looked at him daggers. He said nothing mounted h...s horse, then he and his men departed.“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” Samuel asked him as they made their way back towards the caravan.“Yes! Yes, I did. He was quite good, you know.”“Yes, but you were playing with him. I saw at least twenty points where you could have finished it.”“I know, but he had to be worn down, he had to know he was beaten. I could. There was no shower in the new bath, so there was that long bath time that I had wait through, to anticipate seeing them again. Sometimes I misjudged the time, and returned to the bathroom too late, disappointed to find them already dressed in bra and panties. (I didn't want to arouse too much suspicion by spending so much time in the bathroom, especially while the other was occupied.) I got another idea. The ceiling pinhole!The first ceiling pinhole had been too close to a rafter in the attic;. They were already on the bed when I entered the room. My wife was laying on her back and Anthony was between her legs eating her out. She was squirming from his big tongue swirling around her slit and lapping up her juices from the previous orgasm. I joined them on the bed motioning for Anthony to move so I could fuck her. He quickly moved away from her pussy revealing his black beard drenched with pussy juice. I wasted no time and buried my hard cock balls deep in her hole. Anthony straddled. Of course he was very complimentary about me, very flattering, and I responded by being more caring as I massaged his scalp, and pressed my pubic bone against if out-thrush elbow, something I was sure he would feel and notice.Eventually I offered a third wash, as if to prolong our intimacy, hoping he would think I was wanting to continue rubbing myself against him, which I did, but in reality I had noticed he was touching himself under the 'throw-on' he was wearing, so I just said, 'I will give.