Wendell had to stand and watch while she made up her roundishface, applying enough cosmetics to give herself a slightly trampy look.He hated when she ...did that. Well, he wouldn't have minded if it was toturn on him. But she did it strictly for Mack, who got a kick out ofhaving her look sluttish. And act the same way, which she was happy todo for the big man. After her face was done and she had let down herhair, which fell to the middle of her back, she went to work on herhusband's features. . The thought of how angry she would be only increased his arousal. He reached down and began to play with himself.Lady Catherine observed his hand rubbing at his member.“Dammit, Collins, what are you doing?” she exploded, stopping her thrashing for a moment. “I do believe you’re enjoying this. Is there no end to your depravity?”“I’m sorry, your Ladyship,” whimpered Mr Collins, “but I don’t seem to be able to help myself.”“I can see a simple thrashing will not be enough,” said Lady Catherine.. She squeezed me gently massaging my shaft. I could feel myself getting semi hard. I was growing in her hand, do you like that she asked, I looked up at her and nodded I did, are you shore you want to do this I asked her, she nodded back . It’s been years since I had a man in my bed she proclaimed, I need that feeling again. How could I refuse this lovely lady, she was gorgeous after all. She was at least 30 years older then me but that didn’t turn me off in fact it turned me on more. She must. She steadily began humping my mouth, the sensitive tip hitting the back of my mouth on every thrust. Each time she withdrew slightly, I tried to inhale as much as I could though my lungs were beginning to feel deprived. The swaying of the moving car didn’t help either, as each bump jolted my body and made me breathe a little quicker. As if reading my mind, Cassie pulled over on a particularly empty stretch of highway, with the only few cars flying by so fast they wouldn’t even have noticed us.