Some of his cum dripped out of my mouth, down my chin and down his dick to his balls. He shot a few more wads of cum into my mouth before his balls ra... dry. I slowed down the pace of my sucking as his cock softened a bit. His dick kept pulsing but only drops were coming out now. When he was done, I looked up at him and he had a huge grin on his face. I must have looked like I had a milk mustache as I swirled my tongue around my lips to catch as much of is cum as I could."That was a great blow. It was fairly large and I was not able to hold it completely in my hand. I could also feel some throbbing vein-like protrusions on the surface. And it was getting wetter and wetter. The more I squeezed it, the wetter it got. My wife's hand was moving up and down the rod-like thing. When I moved my hand further away to check how long was that thing, I can across some scrubby, brush-like substance sticking from a flat hot skin like surface and as I trailed my hand downwards I could feel two. Soldiers, pilots and copshave uniforms too. Why shouldn't hookers?" What are you talking about?" Paul said, becoming more irate. "My wifeisn't a hooker. You two may be but not my wife. She's not some cheap slutwho'll fuck anybody for money." You're right," Kate said. "She certainly doesn't come cheap. Punters pay£500 a go for her. They get their money's worth too. Because she's maturewe keep her on a light schedule and try to keep her to ten throws a day,but she's had 11 or 12 on the real busy. At the time, Tara flat out refused the idea of semi-public sex. But now, with this young lady watching, she made no complaint as Darius openly played with her tits. Neither of us expected him to be so shamelessly brazenly about what we were doing, and Tara's eyes flashed with what I could only believe was a mixture of longing and fear."You see, Tricia," Darius continued. "Tara and I are playing a little game tonight, and so for now, she belongs to me. Isn't that so, babe?"His hands were moving.