"Do it, fucking hell yes, I'm, I'm, oh God I'm coming."She all but ripped my hair out in clumps with the power of her orgasm and she was still shaking...as I pulled her down and entered her."Yes, oh fucking yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my hot little cunt you dirty fucking bastard." I'm going to fuck every one of your holes this weekend," I grunted as she wrapped her legs round me and heaved herself back at me meeting my forward thrusts with her own."Tell me," she hissed through clenched teeth.. ” he said.“Thanks, sounds like a plan, shouldn’t be to much longer, maybe another 30 minutes or so.” Dave replied.“Well Ok then, we best get going or we`ll never finish, see you later.” John said and everyone parted and went back to their work.“Hey how about a cold drink first” Dave suggested as he and Steve headed back to their already huge pile.“Great idea, thought you was never gonna give us a break slave driver.” Steve said grinning.“Smart ass.” Dave replied giving his son’s ass a playful. Anyway, I am packing," She explained."I am not going to ask you where it is in those tight jeans and even tighter top," I said with a laugh."It's in my clutch," she said showing me the tiny bag. It was like the one we found at her first murder scene."Well keep it handy in that outfit," I said."You think the outfit is too sexy, but there is no such thing," she informed me."Well, not when you are twenty five anyway," I replied.We left just in time to make the 7PM meeting. I would have made it. "He can never find out." I know." Zakir whispered and closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Before Amina could protest or consent he cupped her face in his rough hands and pulled her into a kiss. The contrast between her husband and Zakir was incredible. The difference between Abdul's almost feminine softness and nearly submissive technique stood in stark opposition to the callous hands currently clutching her face. When his tongue thrust into her mouth it wasn't to dance.