Towards the end of our meal, Jackie excused herself to visit the toilet. Once out of earshot, Jarvis turned to me, and in a tone more in keeping with ...is messages to me on the internet, growled, ‘Right, Markieboy I’m aiming to fuck your gorgeous little wife tonight and you’re going to help me aren’t you!’ It didn’t seem like a question.‘I’m not sure about that,’ I replied, though somewhat timidly,’ I don’t think she’s up for that at all and I’m not really sure I want that either.’‘Now I know. She moans and then gasps when I almost cover her pussy with my left foot, feeling the wetness and the heat through its sole. Now I can move more freely. I begin to dabble my toe just inside her, and she coos softly. I thrust it in and out, fucking her, and she loves it. Her left hand is speeding up on her clit, and she's fondling one her tits with the other.The more I fuck her, the wetter and more open she gets. I let my bent leg lean outwards, and the new angle means my other toes are lined up. After about twenty seconds his shoulders sagged with relief and he seemed to be done.. She rolled onto her side and gently sucked a small droplet from the eye slit of his slowly softening rod, then gave it a light kiss of gratitude before flopping back onto her back with a frustrated but relaxed sigh.Brandon lay down on his side next to her, her eyes scanning over her naked body, just casually appreciating the view and the evidence of his orgasm on her skin. For once he seemed to be quietly. I then knew that Helena and I were in trouble…I began to walk to my car, but after a few steps they grabbed me and pushed me against a wall. Thinking they just wanted money, I whispered:"My purse is in the car…"The biggest one grabbed my hair and hissed into my ear: "Shut up, bitch".I felt hands roaming my body, grabbing my ass cheeks and rubbing my tits..Then the thought hit me like a hammer: those bastards wanted my pussy, not my purse. I screamed for help, but that only got my head banged.