‘Haven’t you ever wanted to be…’ He raised an eyebrow, ‘Bad?’ ‘Sir,’ Gabriella swallowed, ‘I’m a married woman.’ She tried to ig...ore the sudden wetness in her lacy panties – a gift from Jamie just last Christmas. ‘Go on Gabby…’ He whispered, sexual tension radiating between the both of them, ‘Do it. Be spontaneous. Be bad.’ His hands slowly glided up her thighs, she reached out blindly until she found the blinds to her office, and twisted them shut. ‘Be bad…’ He growled again, his fingers. "Three weeks later things were getting worse rather than better.Victoria Simpson had decided that her daughter needed a guiding hand toget over the death of her husband and that she was the one to do it.The trouble was that Regina was easily led and beginning to agree thatit was time for a little shake up in the household. Every fault thateither of them could find in my behaviour was picked up on. I found itimpossible to even talk to Regina and also found that I was locked outof the family. Or reciprocate. He moved in closer now and as his hands moved back up my thighs, I felt the fabric of the dress slide up smoothly over the sheer stockings I had underneath. Up and down they moved, taking the dress with them and letting it fall. I could feel his eyes on my chest, my dress wasn’t low-cut but it did frame the shape of my breasts well and the slight V-neck would have been a leading invitation. I knew my thoughts to be confirmed by his audible breath that burned through the fabric. I drank his juice, played with his tongue and experienced the novel feeling of his facial hair pressed into my flesh. After he broke away he led me into the bedroom, the marital bed ready for us. We stripped off quickly, then lay on the bed where the snogging resumed. Our hands strayed to the other’s cock, as we kissed we hardened up to the touch of fingers. I moved down the bed and lay between his legs, my face in front of his hard shaft, admiring it, wanting his uncut cock in my mouth. So I.