" I'm going to make you cum with my tongue. Would you like that?"The young wife wanted him to eat her, she wanted to feel his tongue inside of her. Sh... wanted it now. His dirty talking was getting her hotter and more excited. "Yes, please use your tongue, make me cum with your tongue." Then I'm going to fuck you. Do you want me to fuck you too?" Yes, eat me, fuck me, use me anyway you want to, please." She pleaded.He lowered his head to her dripping pussy. The first stroke of his tongue started. "I quietly closed the door, got in my car and drove to work. I didn't need to park down the block to see who would arrive in fifteen minutes. From what I'd overheard it had to be Andy. Andy was the husband of Jean's best friend Pat.I thought about the situation all the way to work and "the big doofus" worked out a plan of action. The first thing I needed to do was gather more information and I knew just how to get it. As soon as I got to the office I called Alan Audett at Audett Security. Not even to friends if they are not family. Business is business but family is family."And then he walked back to his place by the table, and I was escorted back to my servant's room, not to the dungeon downstairs. It seemed to me that 'el jefe' was not too pleased because of Carl's actions. And he had been even less pleased that there had been someone inside who had leaked some information to Carl. That gave me some, even if very vague, but some hope.The following morning I was woken by a girl. Eight! Early!"I'll be there. Is it okay if I bring my racquet?" Sure!" she said happily.I had to find my racquet.Mom said on the way home, "I'm glad you two are friends again."I was too. I was too.The next several weeks I met her at Parson Park. I wasn't much help with her practice but I was there for support. I would serve the ball and she'd hit it back. I certainly couldn't serve as good as the players she faced. She next practiced serving the ball. Sometimes, I tried to return her serves..