She smiled sweetly up at him before resuming her task, firmly holding onto the base which caused the veins to swell, her tongue traced them along the ...ength of the thick shaft. Her hands gently kneaded Bond's balls. Bond noticed Pong seated nearby dreamily working two fingers up her own cunt, but she was not a bystander for very long, rising from her deck chair and knealing behind Ping and began noisily eating out her companions cunt, whilst continuing to masturbate herself. Still goggy, Bond. ...Man, he is really turned on!...He just told your wife that he's not supposed to come with her permission, but he looks like he's losing control. Crowd is still cheering her on but instead of saying "suck that dick", it's now " make him come". She looked up at him, winked, and said "permission granted, fuck my face". Now, he looks really serious....maybe even a little angry. He gently took her head in both hands and is pumping her face slowly while she throttles his shaft. He's picking up. ..which was obvious to Mistress Alyson through the black lace French-knickers I was wearing before her, my cock stirring and hardening.“What are you waiting for BITCH....either do as you are told, or fuck off and stop wasting my time!...you are beginning to bore me you useless cunt. Move now!”We both knew despite my worries of being seen dressed in lingerie, leaving a bag containing my normal clothes/phone/car keys leaving me completely at Mistress Alyson’s mercy at her front door...that I. ‘Dammit,’ he said, ‘I can’t find my suitcase.’‘Bloody hell, Martin!’ I said. ‘Our flight’s at two o’clock. Why aren’t you ready yet?’‘I’m nearly ready,’ he said. ‘Um, can you check whether there’s a spare suitcase on top of the wardrobe in the spare room? I’ll get dressed.’ I shook my head in disbelief. Martin could see I wasn’t impressed. ‘Honest, man,’ he said, ‘I’ve got all my stuff ready. I just need to bung it in a case and get dressed.’I left him to put some clothes on and wandered down.