Despite the d**g, I feel her tongue lash hungrily at my penis. I response, I force it deeper into her throat. She gags and chokes, but what do I care?... Each cough she makes causes a delicious constriction on my knobhead. I glance to make sure the camera is properly positioned to catch the view: it is important that every detail of the slut’s humiliation is clearly captured.I pull my cock from her mouth, and ribbons of the bitch’s saliva drip from it. Her head lolls back as she gasps for. She was her own person. She had proven that time and time again, to people all over the world. Some tiny American ex-spy was not going to tell her what to do and when to jump. She would have sex with him because she lost a bet, but this served her purposes also. She would continue this, as long as she was employed here and she could change that, when it suited her. For now, it suited her to stay. Finally, Bob said to her, ‘Are you going to finish that piece of eggplant or you going to hope that. I turned red but my penis was now throbbing. So I agreed to help and suggested that we go to the family bathroom in my house. Elaine turned red on the face and said quietly that there wasn't time. She hitched up her skirt and lifted herself up onto the wooden work surface of my small kitchen. She exclaimed quickly that I needed to remove her underwear - white cotton panties. I obliged as quick as I could and saw the damp stain on the front of her panties. She blushed and parted her legs. Frank was a big man, at least six feet and built like the fabled brick shit house while his wife, my twin sister was only just over five feet but with all the energy and personality of a premier league football team."Are you out Johnny?" she asked and I saw the relief on her face as I nodded,"I think so" I replied, "But a lot still depends on my leg" Is it improving?" Frank asked and I demonstrated for him how much movement the regular exercising had gained in it,"You couldn't move it at all.