The stranger dominating her would communicate with her via the internet. While the individual's orders and degrading comments were fed through an eeri...y clinical sounding speech synthesiser, coming through loud and clear on a speaker, the video feed was an amateur operation limited to a handful of silent pictures every second. No one except Rob could see her cute writhing or hear her arousing moans and helpless protests until he released the higher quality recording on their FTP site an hour. It was frustratingly difficult to cum, though. I was painfully aware of the need to avoid losing control. I wanted to so badly to growl or squirm or start humping Liv’s hand. My fingers scrabbled against the seat, trying to find something to grab instead of squeezing my breasts, or hers. I was so close.“Yeah, babe, come on,” she growled, her voice husky in my ear. One hand was firmly rubbing the head of my cock, and I felt her other reach under me to grab my ass. She was squeezing my ass in. ”Welshwriter --- “Are you wet?”Blue Lace --- “Ohhh, yes my pussy is soaked.”Welshwriter --- “Wish I could be there to taste it.”Blue Lace --- “Me too. My fingers are covered in my pussy juice. Would you like to suck it off them?”Welshwriter --- “Oh yes please, I bet your cunt tastes wonderful.”Blue Lace --- “I'd love you to find out. Is your cock weeping pre-cum?”I looked down and saw that it was.Welshwriter --- “Yes it is.”Blue Lace --- “Mmm I'd love to suck it off you.”This was getting hot. He neglected Julie.He had all the fun; he had the interesting work. He had to stop himself for a moment — she has her work, but the thought dawned that deep down he regarded her work as pin money. Really he had no idea what she did, he'd bought all that stuff about client confidentiality too easily.He'd finished the beer before he'd got his head back together. He was a boring workaholic lawyer, who couldn't manage a night on his own without missing his wife, even though he usually ignored.