Comment pouvons-nous vous enchanter aujourd'hui?" Something for the Spring," Sandy urged. "Something bright. Something flowered. Something to banish t...he cares of the world. I feel sure you can please me." Of course Madame, please come this way. Would Monsieur like to... ?" Clegg shook his head. "Very well." The two of them disappeared through a door.Clegg sat down. As he waited an animated argument from the end of the room drew Clegg's attention. A Luftwaffe officer was backing into the room. “We really can’t go on meeting like this,” he said, smiling, “People will start talking about us.”She returned his smile and offered, “Well, when they are talking about us, they won’t be talking about anyone else, now will they?”“I know. Let’s make it obvious. Come and have a cup of coffee with me, please,” he asked.“Erm, well, where exactly?” she seemed very doubtful.He decided it was time to see how submissive she was. “Here, where everyone can see us of course. No sneaking off to a quiet. He scanned the road again. It was a busy road out of Bromsgrove, as it went towards Kidderminster, but the broken street lighting and adjacent park made it ideal and he had thought about the moment he came to the town. He slid his hat over his head to hide his face and waited.He got a good glimpse of the girl in the soft light that existed. There were no cars on the road and not another soul in sight. She was wearing a short skirt, heels, a red-coloured crop-top. She had long browny-red hair,. " Whatever you say, boss."She went back to sucking him off and took him even deeper than before. She swirled her tongue around the tip and even prodded his urethral opening."Do you want me to stop?" she asked after plopping it out of her mouth, while stroking the saliva covered shaft. "I... umm... keep going, mom. I know she'd appreciate it if I tasted better."She grinned and stroked harder. "Elisa will be demanding your cum for breakfast."Could her son tell that she was deeply aroused from.