1……………….”and she let go. She ripped her hand out of my ass and left the room. I layed there, exhausted, aching for a release. She p...ked her head in, “Don’t you dare finish yourself off. You cum when I say you can you slut. You should be happy I did all that to you.” She walked close. “You are a weak little man. You just sucked a guy after he fucked your ass. I fit my hand inside you, you have a loose faggot asshole and enjoy watching your wife get fucked by a superior black man. Why would. Now, she was not above shedding her panties right here in her seat sliding her skirt up, and positioning herself on his lap demanding that he . . . She didn’t mean to laugh out loud, but she did. Dave turned toward her but she didn’t look back at him. When had things changed? When did he grow so old and cold? ‘That’s it,’ she avowed. ‘This trip was going to restore their relationship, and she was going to do it.’ Carla fell asleep. Dave nudged her awake, ‘Fasten your seatbelt we’re about to. It didn't matter. The thought made her wrap her legs around Tony to pull him in deeper.They mated vigorously for a few minutes, their sweat mixing, her wet ass rubbing the paint. When he was close to the end, he pulled out, dragged her off the car, and pushed her to her knees. She eagerly sucked him to completion.Tony helped her to her feet, used her panties to wipe some cum off her chin, and folded them carefully to return to his pocket. “Very nice. Thanks for taking the edge off. You. But since being wed she had been a good girl. Her husband allowed the locals a good look at her cleavage when they came to drink of an evening, as it was good for business. But no man other than her husband had touched her since her wedding day. At least not until now.“But you are a great Lord,” Esme whispered, smiling, “So I think it’s fine.”Ragan briefly looked around the tavern. A few of the locals were looking over at him, chatting away. Ragan wasn’t worried they could see where his hands.