..Standing outside the Pimm's tent smoking with a cigarette holder, Sun was out, stilettos slowly sinking into the beloved turf, ah well.I had left Ru...ert inside, what a bore and his Uni chum's.The warm Sun felt good on my face, I was wearing a flouncy dress which complimented my hat, maybe a little too low cut but hey why hide my assets!I was being watched by two chaps, with camera's, they were probably something to do with the media I thought to myself.Ooh they were making a bee-line straight. Maybe she’d think it was better than mine and would want to make a habit of it. I was unclear what I wanted, but there was no way I was going to stop them.He pulled away and pushed her down on the settee. He crouched down in front of her, and spread her legs wide, then leaned forward and began to lick her, slowly at first then ever more quickly. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly. I quietly stood up and walked over to the settee. I sat on the upholstered arm and stroked her arm.. “Cunt, get your fuckin’ mouth back on my dick!” Bufford said.With tears streaming down her coffee-colored cheeks, she stuffed his cock back into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as her thick lips pursed around the white flesh.“Has she been behaving?” the police chief asked.“She’s stubborn, but she’s learning.” Bufford looked down at the woman. “Ain’t that right, slave?”The woman nodded with his cock inside her mouth, her wet eyes staring up at him, tears flowing down her cheeks.Bufford’s eyes. By the dim yellow light they were able to see that there was an empty space where a car would normally be parked. Maybe her husband had it, Jane thought. More importantly, there was another door. Peter immediately went to it and quietly tried the knob. Which turned. He pushed the door open slightly and leaned his head in, listening. He called softly, “Hello?” Then, more loudly, “Hello, anybody here?”Nothing. He turned back towards Jane, and pushed the door all the way open with his.