Minutes later, Simon walked onto the terrace carrying a tray of drinks and an ice bucket. Nigella immediately demanded to know what he’d been doing ...earlier while she’d been asleep naked and unaware of his presence. How long had he watched her? What the fuck! Nigella said he’d overstepped the line and something would have to be done about it. Simon went from looking sheepish and sporting a little grin to realising that Nigella was serious. He knew he could get fired. “I’m sorry, I was just. Tony put the top on the bottle. I was in a sort of funny out of it feeling and he lowered my head and then shoved his fat dick into my mouth. It actually felt wonderful. He fucked my throat hard and then I felt another feeling at my bum. It was wet and warm. I couldn’t see what was going on but then I heard Tony say.

“That’s it Bob, tongue that arse, get it ready for what it was made for. He is going to love it, eventually.”

The feeling was just amazing and I felt I was like writhing. I noticed an IPL re-run on her TV and asked me to stay to watch with her.I sat on the sofa and then she came over and sat close to me. Soon it was lunchtime, Sana wanted to know if I wanted anything to eat. We finished her some leftover Chinese food she had. During the match, she grabbed my hand and put it around her and made sure my hand was touching the top of her shirt. Resting on the top of her big breasts. I rubbed and squeezed it and then asked what about her husband. She said that they. 'Your violation, my dear!' I replied quietly, looking her straight in the face, 'the surrender to me of your maidenhead!'She started as if she had been struck. She coloured hotly. She stared at me as if she doubted her hearing. I stood still and calmly watched her. Then indignation and the sense of outraged modesty seized her.'You must be mad to speak like that!' she said in a voice that trembled with concentrated anger. 'You forget yourself. Be good enough to consider our friendship as.