Back to the Friday night in question.After she left I really didn’t know what to do, do I go and catch her red handed and confront her or do I sit a...nd wait. After a few whiskies I thought sod it I will wait but being a naughty boy I was back then I had a cheeky spliff which makes me pretty horny to be honest so after playing with myself over the thought of Marie sucking on someone else’s big cock I see it’s 1am and here her keys in the door. She came in looking like she had a wild time and. "You clean up nicely yourself, sexy." They shared a laugh and walked to the restaurant.They were in sight of the front door when a car door opened in front of them and Terry stepped out. Steve came to a dead stop, watching her move elegantly. She was well dressed and looking as beautiful as he remembered. He thought briefly about turning and walking the other way, but Terry spotted him first. She looked around in a panic as a well-dressed man stepped around the front of the car and took her. A sheen of sweat gleamed on his forehead. Once he had relaxed his grip on me, he collected the remnants of his cum from himself and tucked himself away. “You’re going to wear me for the rest of the day, and you are not going to cum again until I allow it. That’s for taking so long to get here. Understand?” I nodded, somewhat distracted by the fact that his thumb was painting my lips with his salty goodness, and the feeling of his pleasure smeared all over my sex. That cruel, sexy, perverted,. When I have a nice steady pace with one hand, I move my other hand over and begin to play with his balls. Slowly I slide my finger across the soft skin of his sack, lightly brushing over his taint and gently over his puckered starfish, before I work my hand back to his balls. I am so focused on the job in hand, (pun intended) that I haven’t noticed his hand gliding under the water, like a shark on the prowl, until he makes contact, sliding his fingers across my swollen pussy lips. I have to.