He carried on thrusting, and I realised that he was past the point of stopping. Fears of slight injuries were not a problem, as long as he got to come.... I concentrated even harder on keeping my jaws wide and using my tongue as a pressing force to close into tightness on him.As he began to thrust harder, and grabbed hold of the headboard, I began to wriggle the tip of my tongue again against that lovely little bowstring of his. He began to make noises, not grunting, but vocal sighs, and he went. " she whispered. "So much better..."..."Please, Julie... I want to experience more," Bill said.Julie sat down. "You want to feel like a female again?"Bill looked at her, skipped a beat and then said solemnly, "yes."Julie looked up to the camera on the ceiling above them....Brenda and Bri had been watching from Bri's office. Bri looked down atBrenda. Brenda nodded her head 'yes'.Bri picked up the phone and pressed a button. On the monitor, they sawJulie pick up the other end."Please. "Yes, I'm sure."The man wearing the purple, long-tailed coat, stepped in front of me, lifted my chin and spat in my face. "Who are you?" he demanded.I told him my name, testing the knots and looking across at the young woman who watched me, lips swollen and blood-flecked."What are you doing here?" He demanded, taking a pair of heavy leather gloves from a nearby table and flexing his hand into one. I found a loose end and worked at it."I know your wife, an old friend," I said as calmly as I. "Not that."Your hand moves of its own volition, overruled by your cunt. The liner soon finds its way to your nose. You try to hold your breath, but eventually you are forced to inhale the musky scent her arousal.Your fingers speed, fucking her, faster and faster. It's loud, and you wish you could quiet them - quite her.'This isn't me,' you think. 'I'm a housewife, not the sort of slut that does this. That makes these sorts of squishing and smacking noises.'Your fingers move to your clit and.