‘Be bad…’ He growled again, his fingers finding the outline of her thong. He smiled, she thrust her fingers into his hair as his head disappeare... under her skirt. She felt his lips trace her now sopping pussy, his teeth catch her panties as he pulled them to the floor. His tongue traced her pussy so gently… she was aching for him. ‘I’m… I’m a married woman…’His lips were warm, his tongue like an artists paintbrush on a bare canvas. ‘I’m…a married…woman…’Gabriella fell black. His mouth closed in. She is a size 10/12 34 DD and always dresses to impress. That evening she was dressed in a short black dress, tights and killer heels. Chris looked like he wanted to fuck here on his desk.However I finished my questions and asked him to book us theatre tickets for tomorrow evening.After dinner the mrs and I went back to our room and spoke about how chris was looking at her....while I fucked her we spoke about the first BBC she had and how good it would be again. The next day she went to his. He had this look of hunger in his eyes like he couldn’t be inside me fast enough. I felt his strong hands push me down on the bed but instead of thrusting himself inside me he pause and told me ‘I’m going to make this so you never want another man’. I gulped and trembled. He slowly unzipped my shorts and slid them down just past my hips, kissing along my hipbone. God this was torture. I wriggled a little and his hand came up and pinned my wrist above my head. I moaned softly. He stopped and. As she'd said, there was no reason why I should be embarrassedat doing whatever she asked me to.Kingsford is one of those dream villages comprising pretty cottages withthatched roofs - the kind of cottages that, fifty years ago, would havebeen filled with poverty-racked yokels, trying to make a few shillings byploughing fields or milking cows. Nowadays, each house must have beenworth half a million, with the Chelsea tractors and Porsches parkedoutside giving a more objective display of their.