‘Claire, all these years… ah, all these years and you’ve always been there. I never dared… I always wanted, but never…’ His fingers slid u...ward into her hair, ‘I’ve always wanted to touch, to run my fingers…, but I couldn’t, it wouldn’t have been…’ He leaned forward and lightly touched his lips to hers. As he began to back away after the gentle kiss, she leaned toward him, pressing her lips back onto his, her tongue brushing against his lips as if pleading for more. He obliged parting his lips. I could see Miss Bonnet’s other gloved hand begin to gently massage the re-breathing bag squeezing more of the gas into me. Mr. Davis stood patiently waiting already holding the forceps. I thought my nipples were going to pop as they seemed so hard and I had a horrible feeling I was getting sticky and damp between my legs. I felt strangely excited by the fact I was so helpless. My fingers were losing their grip on the chair arms as a red haze started to creep over my vision. I wasn’t sure if it. As she deeply thought about it, she felt that she couldn't face any of the various women if he had been sexually with them, even if she helped set them up. He was only supposed to want her.And if he did it on his own and never told her who it was, she knew that she would go crazy wondering if every woman she came across was the one who had at one time been with her husband before they married.The more she thought about it the more she knew from just only thinking about it that it drove her. The full weight of his body pressing hisass to her lips meant that his shit had nowhere else to go but down herthroat. He pushed another lump out into her mouth, then another. He puckered his anus trying to push more out, but he had no more to feedher. By then, Dawn was struggling furiously, but Guy waited to make sure sheswallowed it all before lifting off of her. While waiting, he pulled hislaptop to him and turned it on again to check his email once again. Thistime, someone in Turkey needed.