My heart was racing, it felt as if it would jump out ofmy chest, her mouth tasted so good. A faint hint of finewine, mmmm. And then her tongue probed ...my mouth, seekingmy tongue, wrapping itself around mine, our mouthswrestled, saliva ran down our cheeks, we sucked the airout of each other, paused for breath and then continuedto devour ourselves.I felt her hand move to my leg, gripping my thigh, thosered nails biting into me through my pants. The pain waswonderful, a rush of sensations. I moved. I heard some whispers from a room. Even though the windows were closed in one of the wooden panel I saw a small hole formed by insects. I peeped through the hole and was happy to find a good view.Both my wife and the cook stood close to a wall. rengan stood behind my wife and placed his hands on her shoulders. I saw the cook’s hands going round and round on my wife’s shoulder and neck. At the same time he was pressing his front below his hips on my wife’s buttocks and my wife pushing back her. ’ ‘At least let me lock the door,’ she pleaded. ‘No,’ he answered. ‘The fear of being caught will add to your excitement.’ Her pliant mind took that statement as a command and she felt a tingle in her crotch as she started rubbing her breasts. ‘Now, reach your hands inside your blouse and bra and play with your nipples,’ Tom said. She closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at the camera recording her every move and started toying with her nipples. ‘Take those big jugs out so you can do a. Carli was shorter than you, with a pixie cut and glasses, and had a slim frame that made her look younger than she probably was. She smiled quietly with the long-suffering tolerance of somebody who was dragged along against their will. She held up a small plate of cookies drizzled in pink frosting as though warding you off.As you turned back from her and vaguely gestured the two into your home, you realized (with an uncharacteristic spark of jealousy) that Greg was still holding Aimee’s hand.