Trailing a finger up through my wet lips, I gasped a short breath as my head went back. Taking the wetness from my core, his finger finds my swollen c...lit. He circles my bud softly around the edges, teasing me still. I let out a soft moan. Mr. Kesler’s other hand goes to my breast, slipping under my dress, cupping my soft flesh. While his finger dances around my clitty, his hands squeeze my breast, and finding my nipple pebbled and aching. He takes my piercing and twirls it. I suck in a quick. I was groaning for him, pleading with him. “Fuck me, eat me, own me, please let me cum” I moaned. He lowered himself between my shaking legs. Again, I felt his tongue licking me, entering me, savoring all the juices flowing out of me. Then he found the swollen bud of my clit and took it fully in his mouth. I pushed his head down on me as he sucked on my clit harder. Every fiber of my being was focused right there. Oh God, how I came. I came harder than I’d cum in years. I kept pushing his head. Why would he have to pay men from an escort service to have sex with his wife? His wife, who was so beautiful that she turned heads every time they were out in public together? “Here’s the receipt, buddy. Nice present to give your lady friend. What’s the occasion, your wedding anniversary? We get a lot of calls for those?” Without waiting for an answer from Brandon, Robert joined the others in embracing Alana. “Here’s the party girl!” said Robert. “Nice piece of ass,” said Omar, already. "If they only knew," Bryan thought to himself.The ride home was silent. Bryan had the car radio turned on low and Britney stared out the window. The stars were bright and the air was cool. It was a perfect night for love.Half an hour later, they drove up to Bryan's house. He got out of the car and ran around to open the door for his sister. Britney stepped out slowly, and seductively letting her brother get a good view of her thighs. Brian gulped and led her into his house.Once inside, Byan put.