I dragged her to the bedroom, ripping off her blouse and lehnga on the way, and threw her on the bed. She, like every trained village slut, lied on he... back and opened her legs. What does she think of me? Her husband? I slapped her face and told her to turn over like my little bitch. She obeyed.I lean over her, kiss her and tell her, “apni gaand tayyaar rakh” (“prepare that anus”). I lick my fingers and start teasing her asshole, which made her tremble a little out of nervousness, which was fun. You let her keep coming onto you all night because it was stroking your ego to have some hot chick batting her eyelashes at you.”Claire walked right up to me, her icy blue eyes flashing with anger:“And then, at the worst possible moment—when she was all excited and happy to have someone being affectionate with her for the first time since her breakup—you pushed her away. Do you have any idea how that feels?”I looked down at my shoes. “I guess not,” I sighed.“And there are other people out. At last she could take it no more. She turned again from 69 to face-to-face position and pulled my head and kissed me. It was a deep kiss, and each of our tongues entwined relishing each other’s juices. She was now pushing her cunt up to me imploring me to screw her. I too could not take it. I positioned my cock at her steaming hole opening and pushed it deep in. She let out aaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh in my ears. I placed my hands on her boobs and pinching her nipples, increased my speed.. Hopefully, we will only need cover for a short while until we know what is inside this box, but no names. Outside of this group of us, no one can know mine or Lucy's identity. Then if things then go south, we have some protection of anonymity. Call me James… James Bond and Lucy can be Miss Moneypenny."Tom was on a roll now, excited at being involved in some spy cloak and dagger work, just like James Bond.“James Bond the children’s books?” Lucy exclaimed.Tom thought Tom Cruise would be too close.