“Emily, you’re like a goddess. Anything you share with me is a benediction. I’d be a philistine to complain because you didn’t offer more.”E...mily relaxed against the arm of the couch. God, Dennis was smooth. How had he gone a whole week in New York without getting laid? She looked up at him. “All right, then. Uh ... continue.”Dennis held a hand out, then paused. “Did you not want me to touch your chest.”Emily wriggled upright. “No. The chest-touching was good.” She reached for the bottom of her. For thirteen stops people move into and out of our carriage, filling and emptying it as we pass through central London. For a while we are packed in, perfumed bodies pressed into one another and I lose sight of him. I half think that he’ll take the opportunity to jump ship unseen but when the bodies thin out he’s still sat there unmoving with downcast eyes.For the final time I sway against the strap as the tube decelerates to our joint destination. The carriage is half empty now and as always. The two men were at the verge of the excitement: now they were fucking hard, without worries about the little girl’s body, her pussy and her throat. They fucked her, without stop, for around 10 minutes until they froze when they ejaculated inside the girl mouth and pussy.They rubbed the girl hairs, kissed her on the lips, kissed which the girl returned hungrily, and they left while the masked woman came into the view and said: “It was the rewards for Miki and Marco for gave us their son and. In fact we usually get done faster because I help. But he trusts you and even though he knows that if I really wanted to start something with you, you would turn me down flat and call him immediately. Now that is trust and we aren't even married yet." You're right, Bree. I would call Jim immediately, if I thought that you were doing something behind his back. We have a kind of 'danger/early warning' pact type of thing between us. Whoever knows if the other is being stepped out on, speaks up..