He returned to the living room, still dragging her by the mouth, and sat on the sofa again.He flipped channels and started watching a movie. She sat t...here patiently through the movie with her face glued to his crotch. Halfway through the movie, his cock got hard again. She was getting used to breathing with the head of his cock pushing itself down her throat, but then it started throbbing as he started moaning. Yes, he began pumping cum down her throat again. She resisted the impulse to gag as. Mattie acted as a kind of housekeeper come nanny and that had allowed Asha to return to the office.Having walked Jeannette to the altar, I took a quick look over my shoulder to smile at Asha and was pretty well gobsmacked to see her in deep conversation with Leanne. Leanne was actually holding our youngest child.But when I took my seat later in the service, Leanne had moved to the end of the pew. I still had a distinct distrust of Leanne and wondered what she was up too.I can't say I was too. The note on the car was a reminder of my situation. Imagine me not cooperating. Imagine me blowing them off. What would they do? I sat there dazed....overwhelmed. Trying to collect my thoughts...How do I go home stinking of piss, all the filth of my outfit from laying on the floor...what would I do to explain my situation to anyone that saw me. The phone rang..."BTW bitch....we videotaped our session. You talk to ANYONE and I mean ANYONE about this...and we release the tape to every fucking. . so I squirm just a bit… release a soft laugh… reach down and touch my hand to his head… gently urging him closer… lifting my hips, I reach down…to spread myself open for him… trembling in anticipation… wetness slipping from me and down to my ass… He delves deeper into me as I open myself…his touch intoxicating… his hands take over mine to spread my pussy wide, his lips deepening as his tongue slips inside and swirls until moving out to trace my wetness, take it all in as it runs down my slit.