We were panting for breath, but wouldn’t stop. I pushed her onto the wall slowly and kissed her neck, which was now wet with her amazing sweat. She ...uffled my hair and moaned a little. We locked eyes again and I made her sit down on her chair. I then went down on her and opened her slippers, licking her feet and toes at the same time. She wasn’t able to control herself, as I could see, and was enjoying me thoroughly. I slowly went up again and this time, she grabbed my hand and directed it. The nails were coated with a bright red color. Mumtaz adjusted her veil and tucked it behind her ears, then walked towards her brand new black BMW. Mumtaz pulled open the driver’s side door and jumped in. She let out a sigh as she adjusted herself on the cushioned seat.“You are quick!” The stranger said.He was sitting right next to Mumtaz in the passenger seat. Dressed in a black jacket and jeans, he really looked like a mystery figure.“Looks like you got a jackpot,” he mocked.The last case was. The bartender places the glass onto the shelf and slowly makes his way towards Grant.“What can I get you?”“Whisky,” says Grant without looking up. He suddenly raises his head quickly and speaks at the retreating barman. “Make that a double, will ya.”The barman pours a double whisky into the only cut glass tumbler this side of town; posh glass for these parts – without a doubt.Grant watches the barman, his life-long companion in this godforsaken place, feed the golden juice into his favourite. He told me to crawl to the end of the bed to unzip him, and than he said, “If you want to dress like your wife than you should suck cock like your wife too.” I did what he said and it felt like an eternity as I crawled towards his bulge, I had a million thoughts running through my mind including my wife having sex with him and according to him all of my best friends and step father. I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, than he instantly grabbed the back of my head and rubbed his semi-hard.