"Does Emily still want me to make love to her," Jack said nervously to Brooke, who smiled back at him."No, Jack. Emily wants to get fucked."Jack's eye...s widened slightly at his wife's words. Brooke's tone wasn't sarcastic. But Jack still feared she would be calling things off shortly, or that at the very best she would resignedly tell him to proceed with what Em said she wanted while she threw daggers at him with her eyes the entire time. But for her to seem suddenly on board with the idea took. Fondle your ass first as you tease that tiny zip down. Slowly. Oh yeah, that's great. I love how you bend over while you wiggle it down your ass and let it drop to your feet. I get a much better view of you that way! A pink thong as well, I think. I can almost make it out through your pantyhose, although I'm looking at your ass more. Round and tight it makes me wanna squeeze it. Those hose must make you awfully warm though, when you're performing. I suppose that's why you wore stockings that. And once again I diverted his course to the lower regions. I knew what he wanted, I knew what he wasn’t going to get and I knew I was going to ensure this man knew who was in control at all times. Yes, I was horny again and I most certainly needed some cock, but still I was not so keen on allowing this older fellow full access to my goods. I f***efully pushed his head down toward my crotch. I figured what the fuck, he was good at giving head so I can get mine without fucking him and he is old. Joanne lays there for a few moments before she feels a hand on the back of her legs, her dress is being tugged up until it reaches the bottom of her panties, her knickers are pulled to the side and she can feel a finger probing between the cheeks of her bum, she hears Martin begins to giggle and a finger is inserted into her arse, Graham tells Martin to pass him some of the surgical lubricant that is by the bed.Joanne begins to panic a bit, this wasn't expected at all, she is no longer in.