Rolling her legs to one side, she disengaged and swiftly grabbed John's cock before engulfing it with her mouth. With her other hand cupping and sque...ezing his balls, Nicola bobbed her head fast, feeling the tip of his sword at her throat. John grunted as she gagged on him a couple of times; even louder when she pulled her head away and slapped his weapon flat handed. She could sense he would fall to her.John pushed her back, trying to get on top, but Nicola held him at bay, his cock dangling. And then we beg for more.Yes, I know. I married a bastard. Don't ask me why. It seemed the thing to do at the time. What did I know? He was good looking, wealthy, popular, wealthy, witty, smooth, wealthy... Ah, well, you get the picture.I should have been forewarned, even before we got married. I met him in high school, he was three years my senior. I was awed. He impressed me. He hypnotized me.He went to study law at Harvard. So law was the thing for me. I struggled in his wake at a New York. Their idea of the future was centered on marriage and kids, hopefully to a man who could provide lots of material comforts. As noted, there were few virgins in the classroom and in the local culture marriage was likely to be to a much older man. The new teacher, big and handsome and by Dorset standards, wealthy, was a potential husband in the minds of these unsophisticated girls.The principal exception to this line of thought was Priscilla Wilson, his landlord's sixteen-year-old daughter. Her. “ I told him I can’t I really have to use the toilet. Julian silently watched my facial expressions go from painful and to beet red embarrassment.I told him I can’t hold it any longer julian I mean it. I got up and ran to the toilet and made it just in time. I sat there wishing julian would go away and leave me alone. I angrily asked him why are you standing there watching me. Then I saw his erection, that was my answer.Julian said “ you may hate me right now, but tonight you’ll thank me, you.