As she wondered whether Meat Loaf would love her forever, never leave her, make her happy for the rest of his life, I helped my friend to push my slac...s and panties the rest of the way down.By the time Meat Loaf was begging her to let him sleep on it, my friend was slipping his tongue into the gooey folds of my pussy, teasing my clit and slurping at my juicy hole. He continued to devour my musky cunt as Meat Loaf and Ellen negotiated their terms for the evening. She wanted promises; he was. Her husband had fallen in a skirmish with another tribe and her situation was desperate. She was about to be forced into a marriage she did not want by the Chief when my father stepped in, offering to marry her instead.A deal was struck and suddenly he had a new wife, a new home, and another set of children.Her village became our base of operations. We’d still go on trading missions, but he would return to his new bride as quickly as possible. She tilled the fields and kept the hearth, giving. Will you give me a chance to prove myself as an able saleswoman, more than just a showgirl?’ Jeffery should run that by his wife, Nadia, but it sure sounded good to him. Although he had found a new advantage of the car, namely ‘babe magnet’, sales work was best left to professionals like Francine. Now that he had taken the car for a different kind of test run, he was anxious to return to his beloved factory and improve the passenger compartment with added features, like vibrating seats and more. I must admit, I felt like a king getting a personal blowjob from a horny slut in a room full of onlookers. For 10 minutes, I had her all to myself. She was in no rush, but I could tell she was trying to make me cum. It required some effort but I resisted the urge.I wanted more.She stopped and said "I think we should get back to it." And sure enough, we were at it again.I found myself in the queue waiting to fuck her with Dale. I was next but I offered him to jump ahead. He was her husband after.