Slut.”She desperately wanted not to cry, but her breath began coming in sobs again. He continued to press her hand against him and continued, “Sa...y it. Say, ‘I’m a little slut and I’m touching your cock.’”Oh god, it must be true! “I’m...I’m...a little s-slut, and I’m touching…touching your cock.” She couldn’t help it—the tears began to flow again.“Good. Actually, of course, you’re not really touching my cock yet. But you’d like to, wouldn’t you?”No, no. No more. She began to shake her. Now they were looking at her like she was a hot, sexy woman. Her thin halter neck top and short skirt did nothing to cover her from their gaze. Not that she really wanted to be hidden. Having the four of them all looking at her like this was a serious turn on. Shane with his classic surfer dude blonde hair and tanned skin. Tom with his wild mop of dark hair and almost model good looks. John was the smallest of the four guys, but still had deep intense eyes and a nice body. Even Wayne was. You two enjoy the last few dances,” I smiled as I made to leave. “The band will be back in half an hour. Why not take a walk down to the sea? It’ll be lovely this time of night.”Marcus’ eyes fixed on mine. It was only for a moment, but it was long enough for him to understand.As I turned to leave, Alice gave me the kind of smile that made my heart thump and my tummy twist. I felt massively aroused but at the same time, sick to my stomach.Marcus had given me the chance to mark my wife as my own. The real Jill Lane. Impossible.)(Jill says: If he'd been there, I'd of done him.)(Maq edit: On with the email)Maq, reading your letter I get the feeling that you are still a little uncomfortable with writing this stuff to me. What more do I have to do? I just told you that the thought of your tongue licking between the cheeks of my ass made me come. Will it make you feel more free if I tell you this: As I was masturbating and thinking of that, while one hand was busy on my clit, I took a finger.