Scarlett cried out, and Lady Charlotte motioned me to position myself behind her."Suck my asshole Andrew while I fuck my pet. Take you tongue and make...love to my rosebud! That's it, fuck my ass with your tongue."I probed her back hole, licking and inserting my tongue to follow her increasing rapid movement into Scarlett's pussy. I held on to her gartered nylon thighs. I held on. Her rhythm increased to an explosive climax with Scarlett screaming and shuttering from release.They came together. I. I leaned down and flicked my tounge across her nipple, taking it into my lips and softly sucking it, flicking my tounge gently across it as I sucked it slowly and kissed at it. I smiled up at her as if she was allowing me to do all of this and pressed the knife against her throat a bit more, I was getting tired of her begging for mercy and this shut her up. Slowly I slid my hand down her stomach and rubbed just below her stomach, slightly reaching under the rim of her pants as I continued. She slid open the drawer in the table next to the door and opened the bag inside, just in case. The familiar checkered grip of her grandfather's Luger comforted her. She couldn't afford an apartment in a good neighborhood, not and go to school at the same time. She set the security latch and opened the door just a crack."Marla!" The door slammed hard against the latch. "let me in, please, I need your car." It was Ray, her ex-boyfriend. "Mar-la," he whined and rattled the door. "It's crazy out. Each afternoon we would prepare a plate of nibbles and take a bottle of wine up and sit and watch the sunset. On one of these occasions I had convinced my wife to wear just a very small sarong wrap tied around her waist and a bikini top - nothing else. The wrap barely covered her rear and tied at the front with the knot just above her pussy and 2 small bits hanging down in front of her pussy. The sarong itself was see through and so left nothing to be imagined. We sat for an hour or more.