Her eyes rolled backwards with the touch and only his slight slap to her breast slowed her climax.Drawing the zipper back up he gently slid his hand u...p her thigh above the stocking top and pulled back the front of her g-string. Slipping one finger into a vile in his lap and then down her g-string and into her pussy he replaced her clothing and waited to arrive at the restaurant. Joan moaned as her pussy heated and her mind concentrated only on sex. She imagined her husband stroking her clitoris. It was glorious!"YEEEEE!" she cried, listening to her voice echo across the pine-tree-covered valley.Oh, it was great to be alive... to be free of her problems... no more worry about West Air, or being caught with her computer antics with A-C. They'd hated to lose her and, in truth, she missed her job, her life among the big machines and tutoring executives. She was going to have to discuss with Bob the idea of doing something useful after they were married. As the son of a rich man, he didn't. Readjusting her panties, he kissed her forehead again. Grabbing her chin he forced her to look into his eyes. “Do not try to push the vibe out, it better be in place when I return home. Understood?” She nodded weakly, whimpering “Yes, sir.” Watching her struggle to remain her composure had him chuckling. “Get some rest sweetheart”, he joked. Before he exited the apartment, he heard her moans as her first orgasm of the day seized her. He wondered how many times she could cum in the 10 hours he. There was something so wrong with her saying that filthy word, and yet that something made his inner demon roar, his iron self-control vanish, his cock twitch in anticipation, his hand slam her back against the wall…. He claimed her lips in a hard, angry kiss, bit her lower lip till she opened, nipped perhaps too sharply on the tender flesh. His hand were busy, lifting the folds of her skirts, pulling them higher, ever higher, until her reached her waist. He didn’t wait– he didn’t try to.