Mr Jones ran his fingers down the crease of her cunt. There was no pretence of checking anything. He just wanted to (and could) feel her helpless cunt...Her arse was already quite red.“Right. Mr Harding. The slipper?”“Why thank you.” was the reply. “And Mr Jones, could you just check those tits stay on the table? There’s a good man.”She felt the sole of the slipper address her naked arse. A couple of soft pats.Then ‘SPLAT'Jo reared up as a wave of pain shot through her. Barely able to recover…. She shuffled on her knees as her loose heels left her stocking-clad feet, her breasts swelled against the corset as she moved her head in eager fucking motions. His hands stayed on her head, pulling her hair and pushing deeper into her mouth. She didn’t hesitate. As his cockhead hit the back of her throat, eye eyes began to water. She choked, coughed, and carried on taking his 8 inches as deep as she could. She wanted to make up for lost time. He was losing control. His hips started to move and. I sat down on the bed and spread my legs as my cum was made inevitable by her sucking. Kathy, never missing a beat when I moved, kept sucking on my cock, and I began shooting my sex juices into her mouth. She began swallowing, attempting to get it all down her throat. What little she didn't swallow dripped onto her chest and boobs, and when I finally stopped cumming and fell back onto the bed, she scooped up the rest from her skin and licked that from her hand as well. "I just love the taste of. Was it fair? She was still in some pain, but maybe, well maybe this was the time. ‘What would you do if we did split up?’ he said. ‘It’s not as though you know any of the people you’ve met in clubs, or do you?’ ‘No,’ she said. ‘No I don’t know any of them, I barely know the names of most of them. I didn’t want to know their names. I’m married to you but there’s some demon in me that has to prove something. Andy I don’t even know any more.’ A few days lying here with it hurting to breathe is.