Her body only managing to be held still by the weight of his hand pressing against her stomach. "And what will you do for me if I let you cum?" He ask...ed firmly as he continued to pleasure her. His rough fingers circling over her clit, flicking back and forth, over and over. The other hand, rhythmically pumping her tight little hole, slick with her juices. "Uh uh anything, please!" She begged back, voice high and whining. She might regret saying that later, he thought. But for now, he was going. I increase the speed of my fingers, and her pussy responds with her first orgasm of the afternoon -- her eyes clenched, her toes curled, her hand gripping my hard cock.As it subsides, she guides my cock to her mouth and begins to suck."But your husband..." I begin to say."Fuck my husband," she hisses. "Better yet, fuck ME!" And with that she takes the length of my cock into her mouth and sucks hard, her tongue swirling around the shaft."I'm sorry," I say. "Your husband paid for the deluxe. “Don’t start Rob, just drive.” The rest of the drive to Dana and Keith’s home was slightly tense. I was determined that I would not allow the sour attitude of my very sulky fiancé to ruin the night. Of course, I knew what the problem was; I knew that on that particular night that he would be the last person to have my full attention. I also knew that he didn’t relish the position. However, that was one night that I just did not care. Angie mentioned payback earlier that evening; I felt that I’d. ” Before Carson could even breathe, Mr. Armisen lifted him up and flipped him over his lap, slamming down an open hand on his buttocks. SMACK. Carson’s whole body jerked like he’d been electrocuted. “Did that hurt?” he asked, feigning concern. Carson’s eyes watered, his ass stinging with white-hot pain. But suddenly, a sense of pleasure seeped through him--warm and wet and sweet. There wasn’t a straightforward answer to his question. “A little…” he gasped. Armisen sighed. “Sorry. That’s what.