Good boy ... good boy ... Ohhhhh ... I know I can depend on you to obey my every command ... you’re such a pitiful cur, I’ve a good mind to turn y...ou over to the women of Vulvador ... oooooh! ... it would be such a pleasure to see you hanged ... you’ll lick my arsehole now.” She edged up impatiently and exposed the hot and savoury delight of her anus to his tongue, which he accepted most willingly; her sadistic suggestion having him yearning to come again as he probed the spice and heat of her. I begin to suck harder, speeding the pace up and moving my hands down to cup your smooth balls, gently rubbing and massaging them in my hands. I drop my mouth and take first one ball, then the other in my mouth, swirling my tongue over them and tugging on your hard cock faster and faster. I can feel you tensing up and your breathing is becoming more and more rapid, i lift my head and once again take your thickness into my small mouth. ‘Ohhh, Elle, hon… ooh… I’m gonna come baby… do you want me. "Well your husband of course, GIRL!"We would always laugh.........Little did I know, all of this obsessing was actually preparing me fora thrill ride that I never wanted to return from........while out of town.I will never forget the feeling that came over me the first time Iheard his voice. I was attending a company meeting out of town in SanDiego, CA. We had just been excused for a fifteen minute break. Inoticed a tall man looking me up and down. He must have been about 6"5"and well over 200. Likewise Dominque Lagrange, her husband, was French, he lived and worked in West Berlin. Finally came myself the author, Christopher Cross, who was British and spoke French. Although I lived in London, I worked so frequently in West Berlin that I part shared the rental of a flat on the Stephenstrasse belonging to Jean Marie in the Moabit area of the former German Capital. The confusion caused by married persons in the same household required the use of special vocabulary in French. As I have.