The slow build up was mind blowing. No one had ever done that to me before and having to be patient was very erotic. He then started to thrust so har... that I had to push myself back away from the counter to keep from being rammed into it over and over. “Why?” he grunted. Before I could answer he put both hands on my shoulders and started to pound me from behind. His balls slapped my clit hard as he rammed me fast. “Why!?” he asked again. His voice was strained. He reached around and. "He continued to stroke and rub her neck and shoulders. All of the tension was gone, drained out of her. He leaned in, his lips on her ear. "Is that what you were looking for?" That's just what I needed," she whispered. Then, she lifted her face from the pillow. "But what about you? Is there anything I can do for you?"His cock throbbed. Even so, he fought to remain professional. "This isn't about my pleasure, this is about yours."She smiled naughtily, sat up and patted the cot next to her.. ..must be great having parents that don’t really worry about your whereabouts and who you spend your time with. You must have had a great time growing up, getting away with a lot of shit...having the ‘time of your life’ all throughout high school and college” Clark tells me.Pissed off, I start to scramble in my chair trying to free myself again.“CLARK! YOU SICK FUCK...what do you want from me???”Clark’s face changes to his typical stern expression as he takes his gun and whacks me hard in the. Then, all of a sudden the floorboard creaked under my foot, my wife stopped what she was doing and looked towards me.As soon as I heard the noise I stepped back very quickly and shut the door to, I thought it was confrontation time, I wondered what to say, what to do, I stood very still waiting for my wife to say something, then I heard the man asking why my wife had stopped, he could not of heard the noise, his voice sounded familiar but I could not think why, it was only after my wife said.