Why this one?” he asked. “You and De Carrouges seemed to mend your broken bridges today. Why risk reopening old wounds?”“Do you have eyes in y...our head?” Le Gris asked his long-time man-at-arms.“Of course, I do,” Louvel replied. “I can see she is beautiful, but you can have plenty of beautiful women without the risk that comes with this one. I sometimes think it’s the risk that excites you.”“Of course it does,” Le Gris admitted, “but there is something special about this one. Marguerite is. Brad was the weak one. "No," he said and then clapped his hand over his mouth.We were fucked then. If we'd have just played stupid, like we didn't know anything at all about what Bob was up to, we might have skated. He'd have been in big trouble, but we might have gotten off the hook. Then again, as things turned out, I'm kind of glad Brad broke. Sort of.And he did break. He spilled his guts. OK, we all spilled our guts, about lusting after each other's wives and how hot they all were and how. If I’m lying, well, at least you got under my suit,’ she reasoned. Again, she was right. He had nothing to lose, but perhaps may gain some guilt for touching her in such a way. To egg him on further, she slowly licked her upper lip, dragging the tip along it just enough to wet the tier while keeping the purple painted lip revealed. Just as the tongue reached the end and retreated back inside, the corner of her lower lip was pulled underneath her canine and let to spring back with the naughtiest. She asks if it's okay? He says "feels fantastic! Don't let go, but I'll have to walk somewhat gingerly." Wife laughs, so does Rodwell, he continues to walk towards the blanket. Upon arriving back he gently lowers her, she has to let his ball sack go. He said his ball sack hurt, but at the same time felt great and super stimulated! She tells him "to lie down, it's my turn to please this incredibly strong, big penis and massive balled young black lover of mine!"Rodwell lies on his back, wife.