" No no, no, no!" she muttered, recoiling mentally, but not retreating from the tiny penlight that he kept on her face, moving it from one eye to the ...ther.The small light almost blinded her: she couldn't see his face. But she felt his hand, rather, his finger and thumb as he tweaked one of her nipples. She wished she had worn a coarse, tight bra--instead of the filmy, lacy harness and matching bikini panties. It, probably, wouldn't have made any difference. Ben Glover was going to screw her. (Cross my fingers!)But I think probably the best thing about my wife is how she can suck me off. She had more experience than I did as a teenager, and has told me that I am larger and longer than most of the guys she dated. I’m not even really sure how to measure, but if you measure from the base along the top to the tip, I’m 8 inches long. My wife can take me all the way down. To go all the way, she has to be at a certain angle that requires we both be laying down, but even when she’s on her. Well, I have to put a somewhat embarrassing question to you."My stomach was beginning to churn at his words. What could I have missed, what small detail had I overlooked in covering my tracks. On the other hand, I hadn't seen any security people, much less any Metropolitan Police skulking in the halls."I'll come to the point. Ben, have you been tupping my wife?" came the rather abrupt query.It took a second for his question to register with me. When it did, my day brightened considerably. A. He leans the cane on her bottom, tapping it lightly on it, bouncing it along her pert little ass. She moans deeply breathing in deeply. ?Remember do not cum to I say so.? He whispers, smacking the cane down hard against her ass. She squeals it muffled by the gag, drool pooling out her mouth around the gag, soaking her breasts and the pillow. He stands, moving so he can have a full long look at her beautiful body, her swollen cunt dripping with her sweet juice waiting to be fucked. He brings the.