I could hear Nel gasping and holding her breath.Her hands lifted as I moved my fingertips up and made contact with her rock hard nipples. I spread my ...ingers out so I could take her entire tits into my hands.“Wait… wait… wait…,” I could hear Nel whispering to either me or herself.“Tell me when you’re done,” I said while I continued my adventure.“Yea…” she replied.I stroked Nel’s tits like I had dreamed of doing since forever. I continued to lick and kiss the front of her panties which were. That was the right word to use ... being fucked ... with everyone watching. Not being able to move. Powerless. Controlled.Nena felt a sudden emptiness in her stomach, an emptiness that both hurt and brought forth pleasure. That made her aware of being a woman. A woman with wants and needs. She felt a tingle rush through her that made her stomach drop. She shook her head back and forth quickly, confused. What is going on she thought? What is going on with me? In despair she purposely bit the. "Whispering, "I've got a nose for my wife's pussy. I can almost smell it from here. Are you sure you're not playing with yourself in your office? Don't I give you enough for you to get by anymore? Are we going to have rent a room at lunch to quench you're nympho appetites?" I'm dry as a bone down there. I'm watching you. Keep that thing in your pants if you know what's good for you," she teased. "My pussy is prime, hers isn't." That caused her to giggle."You know, I haven't had anyone's pussy. Same threadbare carpet, covered once again with a clear polythene sheet. To the back of the room though, a wooden table now stood. On it was some sort of glass bowl, cans of beer, an array of penis shaped dildoes of various sizes, a knife and what looked like a coiled up leather belt. As I looked on, a rather amateurish title scrolled vertically up the screen, No way to Treat a Lady, it read! There followed the sound of feet scuffing over the polythene, presumably from behind the camera, and.