I pulled her feet across my lap and scooted into her more and slowly start to rub her thighs. Slowly, slowly, and methodically I knead my fingers int... her legs all the while sliding up. I ran my hand under her legs and squeeze ever so slightly right below her ass. All the while she has her eyes closed and making pleasure noises quietly. I massaged her for what felt like eternity and at the same time not long enough. I realized she dozed off, breathing evenly. I stop my massage and stared. Once again they didn't have intercourse, but he managed to bring her to orgasm with his tongue and his fingers. After showering together they left his house and he dropped her off at her bus stop and headed in to work.That afternoon, shortly before 3:00, Jim turned off his computer at work and left for the day. He stopped off at a florist, purchasing a dozen long stemmed red roses on his way home. When Sandy used her key to open the door, she was surprised to see Jim waiting for her and even. But it felt so good. 'Get up faggot' the intruder lifts me up and lays on the bed himself. He starts to take off all of his clothes, just leaving his mask and gloves on. Christ Mike has a fucking hot body, I definitely knew it was him as I recognised the tattoos. 'Sit on my face, faggot' I tried to do as I was told, but with my hands bound from behind I did struggle to get on the bed properly. I was then dragged up with my ass positioned over Mike's face. Mike's tongue is inside me again, this. ..uh...no...honey, look, this is how it is. I know. No I...Honey..." he can't get a word in. "Look, this is my job, it's what I do. It's how I pay for the lives we lead. It's how the kids go to camp and we go on vacation and it hasn't changed in the fifteen years we've been together so please, just leave it alone." He listens to his wife's rambling speech and looks around the room."It's worse than ever. The work came in later than usual and I don't see how I'll ever get it all finished." He.