"Please cum for me. Cum in my hand, Sir..." I begged him.All of a sudden he slipped the knife into his back pocket and reached his free hand around to... slip it up under my sweater. My bra allowed him an easy access. I felt him pulling out my boobs and soon he was pinching my nipples with his fingers.“You said just a simple hand job, Sir…” I complained.But he laughed quietly and again I felt the cold steel around my neck… Then I stood quiet as he fondled my boobs at will“Nice boobs, Ana… I bet. I could smell my cum on him, making me want to suck him clean. “There,” He said, trying to hand me back the phone. “Oh no, we’re not done yet,” I clarified. “I’m gonna swallow your whole cock and you’re going to take a picture of me being the good throat whore that I am. Got it?” I said quite demandingly so. Like a good brother he nodded. I started slow, licking the length of him deeply. I pressed my tongue so hard against him it must’ve felt like I was squeezing him. Up on his tip I started to. I rolled off her, and laid back on the bed. That was my greatest orgasm ever, the previous leader, the one in Miss Clark's mouth had just moved into second place. Then something struck me. “oh shit, what if..”“It’s ok, I’m on the contraceptive pill, we won’t do what you parents did.”“That’s a relief Miss Clarke, I didn’t even think…”“ You are a man now not a boy, so it’s Emma not Miss Clarke.” She smiled at me “of course in front of your parents it’s still Miss Clarke - you don’t want them to. WIfey said that the problem was in the planning, and if it was gonna happen it would happen without being forced. She also said she'd like to actually meet the guys hubby was trying to set her up with, but without the promise of getting their dicks wet at the end of the evening. In the meantime, she'd keep going out to visit another guy; a black guy... one who had been fucking wifey about once or twice a week for the last few months. And Hubby was fine with this arrangement. She'd go out and.