I would study the hand movement inside Monica's thin nylon panties easily showing the movement of Nigel caressing and rubbing her cunt and clit then c...early showing his knuckles and he was oh so obviously starting to insert his fingers into my wife. Clearly 1, 2 and sometimes opening her tight up with three fingers in and out movements, finger fucking my hot wife. passionate kissing, mmmm sounds from my wife as she was being finger fucked. Nigel would break to remove his clothes, out sprung a. . please i begged him WHACK he smacked my arse SHUT THE FUCK UP..if u want to act like a bitch, your gonna get treated like one i was crying uncontrollably by now i thought i told you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!! he kept on wackin my arse it hurt so much but i knew i was better off doing what he says so i kept quite except from whimperin each time he smacked me thats it take it like a bitch! i lay there takin the whacks my arse by now was red raw im so sorry dad, i just like the way they make me. And in attempting an act of salvage, he would mire Carly, and himself come to that, in an even deeper world of shit.She no longer bothered struggling against the leather thongs which bound her wrists. Already she had crumpled in acceptance of her fate. That all her professions of womanly strength had been undermined was galling, but in the face of her boss’s malice what choice had there been?There she had stood before the hotel’s receptionist, a forced smile on her lips as she played the role. .." Vivienne stopped speaking then cleared her throat. "Well that's all in the past. Now what else did you want our help with, Jim." Well two things really. I know it's asking a lot, but I can't figure out why Elaine Peters stood up in court and claimed that the French git had been shagging her that afternoon. She was married and surely Jerry Peters would have gone bonkers. It would have made more sense to me if Joan Turby, or whatever her name is, had said she'd shagged the bugger. Joan is.