Now a few questions which I expect to be answered truthfully. Why did you visit the pub today?”I applied a little extra pressure on her nipple and s...e gasped before replying, “I just wanted a quiet drink, honest.”I relaxed my hold slightly. “How did you get here?”I squeezed again. “I came in my car,” she managed to reply through gritted teeth.“And these imaginary friends, where are they?”Suddenly she looked frightened but another squeeze forced an answer from her. “I came here on my own,” her. I was pissed andreturned to the room, getting her purse, my cellphone and the car keys. Kara advised me to stop, but the lawyer stopped her from saying anythingelse. I went to the elevators intending to follow the police to get mywife but then realized I had no idea where she had parked. From lookingout the hospital window, I knew there are probably a thousand cars inthe parking lots and garages. And I didn't even know where to startlooking and wasn't about to hobble around the lot looking. . There was just enough light to see that her naughty outfit was a sheer yellow color, a perfect contrast to her lovely deep tan. She had no tan lines at all; she must have been doing a lot of nude sunbathing lately. She poured herself a glass of wine and turned around, only to find me staring at her like a dumbstruck high school kid seeing his first naked picture. For as long as I live, I will always remember that I was speechless, but Carla Jean took it absolutely in stride and didn’t even act. I'd be between his legs and licking her. Then, she would slowly raise up enough for him to slip out of her. I would engulf his cock -- still tasting only of her, mind you, which I'd decided would be 'okay'. Then he'd slide back into her and the action would continue.I moved on. Soon I was finding myself fucking her and the other guy cleaning us both up after we came. I've long been used to the taste of my own come after sex, when I go down on my partner. So it was but a short step from there to.