It fell on the floor in a pool of soft, white fabric. This exposed her breasts fully to Tom's gaze. "Lose the clothes, Tom. Now, please." She had ...hat smirk again.Tom removed the blazer and unbuttoned his shirt. Gazing at the perfection that was the globes in front of him, he thought that they were like overripe fruit, begging to be plucked. So round yet firm, he reached out and grasped her left nipple. Rolling it between his index and middle finger, he tugged on it, pulling it away from. Frank made some gay joke about not being interested in men that I temporarily ignored. I tied the one end of the fishing line in a knot while I used a slip knot to tie the other end to Frank's soft dick. I was finally ready to tell him what I was up to.“Frank,” I said to him in a fake friendly manner. “What I have done is tied some fishing line in a slip knot around your little dick. The way you spoke about and hooted and hollered about my wife compiled with the fact that I already don't like. I slowly walked in my bedroom my heart pounding even faster as I got nearer my husband who didn’t have a clue his wife was behind him, the slut he was fucking was still moaning and making way to much noise, oh fuck oh fuck, yeah, right there, oh fuck she wailed out while my hubby fucked her hard on MY bed. I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scared, stuttering he said hi honey, What the. Fran was our graduate trainee, at twenty-two the same age as Connie but otherwise different in almost every respect. Fresh out of St Andrews University, Fran was exceptionally bright and capable and obviously had a great future ahead of her. She hailed from a tiny fishing village on the west coast of Scotland and had the cutest accent to prove it. She stood about five foot seven with a nice figure and had a pretty, slightly freckly face topped by the most glorious long red hair. (Why is it that.