She merely peered up at Abbie from behind her sunglasses and spoke her words simply. ‘You are not her,’ Mrs. Facelli said plainly, looking beyond ...Abbie and meeting eyes with me, oddly as if she knew me, as if she knew exactly who I was. I stepped forward towards the table as if I was being summoned, and I did my best to keep Abbie at bay, at least for the time being. ‘Angel,’ Mrs. Facelli didn’t ask as I approached, but rather stated with a sense of knowing. ‘I am Elizabeth Facelli,’ she. I felt her lips on my neck, her tongue playing against my dark skin. Sucking my earlobe. My dark, black pole had risen to full mast. Despite its impressive size it can't have been more than 2/3 of Franz. Her tiny pale white hand stroked its way slowly down my chest and stomach, softly grabbing my cock. She continued to whisper in my ear as she slowly and deliberately pumped me.“Do you think your wife would like that monster inside her? Let her feel filled, like a woman should.“I moaned in. " He's gorgeous!" Mrs. Delaney whispered and giggled. "I couldn't keepmy eyes on my work if I had him around."Emma giggled quietly to herself and rolled her eyes just a little.Annie heard her and gave her rump a little swat, then turned herattention back to the customer. "Yes, he is very handsome, very strong,very polite and very, very, very married to a very beautiful woman."She joked. "Now, about the dress." Haha, oh, yes... the dress."Their focus returned to the dress and how it hung on. . I had to ... we would have been dead otherwise” I tried to explain to her why I had to fuck her.She just glared at me ... she scared me.Then gradually her facial expression softened ... and she started to smile and laugh at me.I was totally confused.“Why did you have to fuck me THERE?” she asked with the emphasis on the word ‘THERE’.She continued “I wanted you to fuck me HERE ... not in front of that pervert”.Within minutes we were naked in the bedroom ... I was laying between her parted.