He has huge veins on his dick and I could feel every vessel as my tongue slid over them. Eventually he slid far back enough that I gagged on his dick... I tried taking him further in but my gag reflex forced my head back despite my best efforts. I looked at his cock and saw it soaking wet, my saliva dripping off it. Before I could make another move he grabbed me by the shoulders and stood me to my feet. He turned me around and threw me against the wall. He put his foot between mine and pushed my. .."Her eyes dart around, looking for her husband through the leaves. How wrong she is. Suddenly, I become very aware of my nakedness, of my erection. There's only one thing for it really...I step out from my hiding place, and her head whirls to catch my motion."Who are you, what are you do-" She breaks off as her eyes take in the rest of my body. They grow wide as her fear expands. She jerks into action suddenly, trying to race around the pond to the villa. But I'm half-cat: she can't outrun. " He took his tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt, looking over at his mistress's plain looking dressing gown. "And I told you to chuck that," he hissed. "You look like a tramp." It's warm and comfortable," she replied and he raised his eyebrows. "Those silk ones you got me, they ain't warm." I don't care, "Horace barked. "That looks shit. I don't pay over a grand a month for this house and all your bills for you to look like a common tramp from a council estate." He scratched the side of. That might've played a small part. You know, base human instincts like greed can turn a good man into a shadow of his former self. Plus, at first I found the whole craziness kind of charming. And the sex was awesome. Weird, pretty fucking weird at times, but awesome." And then what happened?"I slapped myself hard on the face, and went rigid. Then Eileen took over and she didn't sound very happy about what she could remember, in lucid detail:"I'll tell you what happened, mani-chi-kwa, spirit.