Then he pushed again and I could feel him impossibly sliding even deeper, hitting so many pleasure points all I could do was moan and grind my hips do...n on him. I could feel him growing even more inside me, impaling me. He started sliding in and out of me, rooting deep with each thrust, bottoming out inside me, his hands holding me still, his mouth rough against my throat and shoulder. His hand tightening on my throat, I knew I couldn’t move at all, I just had to take this rough fucking. I. My husband is deep in conversation with one of his colleagues. I leave him to it and wander off to the bar. Tom is there. I've met Tom before - every lady in the building has probably met Tom, he makes it his business to meet ladies. Tom is tall with piercing blue eyes and confident charm. He smiles at me. I love his smile. I order a gin and tonic, and he tells the barman to make him one too. "Been abandoned?" he asks, waving his glass in the direction of our table. My husband is still. In between feeding you I’m running my hands over your chest playing with your nipples, rubbing my tits all over you. I take some chocolate syrup and pore it on my nipples letting you eat it off. God it feels so good I don’t know how much more I can take. By now your cock is rock hard again and I still haven’t touched you. Your begging me to let you loose so we can fuck, I’m telling you how much I want you inside me. As I move over you I reach up and take off the blindfold letting you watch me. He tried all he knew to pass the time including tidying up the basement of the church; suddenly he looked at his watch and began heading to the vestry.Sure enough right on time; Peggy Jones arrived and he ordered her to follow him down to the basement. Meek and mild she went like a lamb to the slaughter but inside her cunt was hotter than hell and her nipples ached and demanded a good working over. Once in the basement he turned and demanded she remove her clothes; she began to complain until.