I'll give you an example.The wife of the president of the country club where we worked was a woman named Madison Freemantle. She was typical of the up...er crust women we saw around the club -- tan, blonde, late 40s, in excellent shape from hours of tennis and golf every day, moved like a panther and had a killer smile. She came from money, she went to the best schools and belonged to the best social sets, and she oozed confidence from every pore. She used to walk through the kitchen on the way. Thanks. Talk later, okay?" She shut the phone and turned to me. "Jeff, someone's got Miss Sharpe; they took her from her house. Her mobile's still there, they obviously thought about the GPS facility in it. But she's got a smart watch with a panic button which I made her wear after the first threat. That's got a locator as well. The power's limited, though." Jen, if you want to go, I'm sure I'll be fine." No, Boss. You're at risk too. If I wasn't here, Charlie would be covering, but she knew I. She inched her lovely bottom nearer to my chin, and I could see her newly shaven quim peaking out below. At that moment, if she hadn’t ordered me to start licking, I would have begged for it. I love to eat out my wife, and I hadn’t wanted her that bad since we first started dating twelve years earlier. I could see how wet and swollen she was, needing this as much as I, even after her previous comes. Maybe even because of previously coming. My wife usually has two or three orgasms in a. I could feel the cool air running over my naked body. Last night had been a first. I had taken control of my friend and roommate and used him to fulfil a fantasy I had always wanted to watch. I had him play with another man while I enjoyed the view. The payment for this was that I was his for the weekend. Last night after watching him play with Brad, an old boyfriend of mine, I pumped his cock to orgasm and sent to his own room for the night, promising the weekend would be all his. It wasn't.