Would you like some help with that?"Brad looked at his watch and said, "I'd love some help with that. But I have another meeting that started two minu...es ago. Hold that thought until I get home."We kissed again and I left him alone in his office with a hard on. I didn't feel too bad about it, though. I figure that every now and then it's good for him to be reminded of how much he loves me. Let him spend the afternoon thinking about how much he wants me, the way he did when I would undress in. “Mrs Robertson – sorry, Frances – are you okay with this police contact you have? Is he reliable and trustworthy, as far as your family is concerned? I just want to be certain you won’t need my services to get you out of jail.”“Charles, the Sergeant has proved extremely helpful, and circumspect with it. He knows what questions to ask, and what NOT to ask. You keep asking me about this, but Reginald is the one who deals with the Sergeant. He can give you the assurance you seek.”“Reginald? Can. I began to rub the lenght of him, the swollen purple head already leaking as I teased him. He stifled a moan in our kisses, his dick screaming for more than my hand around it. He began to undo my shirt and bra, allowing him full view of my perky 36Cs. I smiled, still jacking him off as he took one of my mounds into his mouth, softly sucking and biting on them. He repeated this more rapidly on the other before I decided to push him to the brink. I licked my lips an then licked his slit, his cum. Jesus, Dave, you know I would never screw around on Elaine! I loved her as much as you love Jean! Christ, there's always plenty of spare Totti on the bus! But only a fucking idiot would destroy a great marriage for the sake of a bit of spare pussy! Besides that, we've all seen what happens when a driver brings back the clap from a trip. I was happily married and wanted to stay that way. Now Elaine had left me because she thought I had been shagging the girls. I just couldn't think were she got.