My other hand grabbed the back of her head, and I kissed down to her neck, biting playfully on the way. My fingers continued to thrust in and out of h...er. She moved her hand down my wet body, gripping my cock. She started to slide her small hand up and down my large shaft. "Mmmm," I whispered in her ear. "Do you like my cock, slave?" "Ohhhh yes!" she whispered back, stroking me faster. "Then, how about you get a closer look." I put my hands on her shoulders, guiding her down to her knees. She. ’ ‘Thank you. I’m supposed to meet some friends, but they just called because they’re running late. It would seem that Conrad was driving fast and they were stopped for speeding.’ ‘Then please join us until they arrive.’ ‘I don’t mean to intrude, but I did want to say hello.’ ‘You’re not intruding at all, share some wine with us.’ ‘If you’re sure, then thank you I will,’ and for the next twenty minutes the four of us chatted. Had we been at a bar hoisting beers we would have been shootin’ the. I’d arranged to meet Will at seven in a bar in his town. I wore a simple black dress I might wear to work — but, by request, nothing underneath. I was also dolphin smooth and smelled nice. As wrong as I feel about these meetings, I also had an excited sensation rumbling in my stomach as I drove over. Yes, without doubt, it was a real turn on. Saturday, I’d been at a swingers' party with my guy and we played with two couples. That was fun within our rules, but knowing I would be cheating tonight. After dinner we headed to a little hole in the wall bar to have a few more drinks, play some darts and get to know each other a little better, and by the time the second game came around, Pete was already getting a little frisky and started rubbing on my tits with his arm to throw a hint my way. I of course got a little more nervous, and I think Lacey could tell, because she came and sat down on the other side of me, and began rubbing my leg. As her hand traveled up my thigh, Pete decided that.