With every pinch they gave my wife my cock jumped in my trousers. This was becoming too much to handle, but I sat and writhed in my seat until my wife...had had her fill. We sat for a few more minutes until my wife couldn't take any more touching and excused herself from the two gentlemen. She took me by the hand and led me to our room, not bothering to fasten her blouse so that her tits were exposed with every other step that we took. We laughed and kissed the whole way back to the room, where. I slowly opened my eyes. She was hovering over me, her face anxious, eyes locked on mine."You knew, didn't you?" I said accusingly. "You knew, and you didn't tell me."She averted her eyes for a moment. "We didn't know until Officer McConnell came to see you, Mark. He knew what happened a year ago. So when I told him you wanted his help to contact your sister, he knew ... and then we knew ... something was seriously wrong." She's ... she's dead, isn't she?" I asked miserably.Her eyes sad, she. “Why didn’t you use the phone?” he asked, out of curiosity. He had noticed the landline phone among the first things on his desk, and now he was looking at its sibling, installed comfortably on Mark’s desk.“I heard you locking the door earlier,” Mark said, his eyes wide open and innocent. “I just wanted to gain some more time by just walking to your door and knocking.”Gain some more time for me, Carter mused. Now he looked over Mark’s desk through the glass doors. Mark didn’t have the same. As I started to move, she warned me to behave or she would tie me up.I decided to cooperate. The disappointment was not in my immediatefuture. There were seductive kisses, nibbling at my newly acquiredappendages and stroking at my inner thighs. She was an animal. When shefelt that I was hard enough she climbed on top and unceremoniouslyimpaled herself on my neglected man meat. Up and down she started toride to the music that she put on, Luther Vandross. I didn't care whatmusic was playing, I.