Mistress Jane squirmed and moaned with pleasure at each lick. Her breath panted and her pussy lips became engorged and puffy."Faster, faster now slave...." she demanded urgently.My tongue darted unceasingly, for in truth I was excited by her scent and taste and wanted to feel her orgasm. Suddenly her legs clamped round my head and she pushed her cunt into my face. I heard her cry out in orgasm and held on as she racked and shuddered."Go slave, leave me now." she ordered when she'd recovered."Oh. I'll be gentle honey ... God you're so lovely!"What could I do? Resistance was futile and would probably only cause me pain.I moved my hands from his chest and wrapped them around his neck and slid my nyloned calves around his waist. Had anyone come up or down the stairwell they would have been greeted with the following sight:A large muscular man embracing a petite businesswoman, bracing her up off the floor and against the cold brick wall, her arms locked in embrace around his bull neck. His eyes were shining and he licked his lips, savouring the sweet, musky flavour.“My turn,” he said and pushed me back onto the sofa. I looked at the computer screen and watched Carole taking my cock deep in her throat then looked back down as my son, his eyes fixed on mine, opened his mouth wide and engulfed my rigid prick.If I had given him his first blow-job he was a very quick learner. He had inherited his cock from me but he had definitely inherited his mouth from his mother. His tongue. ” He then waves to Spencer and Samantha to follow. As soon as he takes a step to the edge of the building that they are hiding behind, a Russian soldier steps past. But before the soldier has the chance to react, except to cast a look of shock on his face, Nash has his knife out and buried through the man’s throat silencing him forever. Spencer steps forward to help pull the body into the shadows. “Where are my eyes?” Nash asks calmly.“Sorry, LT,” Matthews says. “Just set up when he went past.