“I want you to cum for me my love.” “I will.” As I feel Heather starting to tense I know that I am close to cumming too. I'm fucking her arse ...ith my fingers as deeply and vigorously as I can. My cock pounds her deeper and harder than ever before. Heather is rubbing her clit like crazy. I'm going harder and faster, deeper and deeper... “Cum in me.” I pull her hair again, she clenches on my cock. “Yes Dylan. That...that!” I can feel my cock throbbing. My balls tightening. I'm almost lifting. I let her get out of sight, then trailed her, watching the GPS. She went directly to the strip mall and parked in front of the Happy Life Yoga Studio.As I waited for her to come out, my work phone buzzed. It was Martinez. I answered it abruptly, figuring he had some update on the case. We were expecting the DNA results from Melissa’s rape kit and the crime scene.“Yeah?” I said into the handset, staring at the entrance of the yoga studio.“Dude, you got a problem,” said Martinez, sounding. I bent down and calmly said to him, "You aren't hitting anyone anymore today, asshole." Let go of me you mother-fucker," he screamed. "That's my wife and I'll do whatever the fuck I want to her." Now I didn't know if this was true and to be honest I didn't care. If she was his wife and wanted to be hit then they could do it in private, not where I could see it."Ain't going to happen," I told him. "In fact if I see or even hear of you touching her again it will be the last thing you ever do." I. "I have a boy-friend." So? He's not here, and what he doesen't kow won't hurt him." He says kissing her neck. she giggles."You sure about that?" Sure about that?" Youre going to say something to him." No." Then how is he supposed to know?" Because he's standing behind you!" Fentons head snaps up and looks behind him, and there stands Alan, arms folded across his chest, and looking with his head cocked, and arched eyebrow at Fenton trying to make moves on his girlfriend."You Fenton?"'Yeah?" How.