“Sure,” I said. Kate mashed her lips against Lissa again and I backed out of the room and into the garage. They weren’t going to be using the th...irty seconds to run and get dressed. As I reached the garage door, I heard a familiar high-pitched whine coming from the living room.“Okay?” Melody asked.“Not quite yet,” I said. “Guys? I need your opinion on something I’ve been thinking of before we go into the house. Come on around the outside to the back yard.”I managed to keep them occupied outside. Hearing and feeling the squishing that clenching my pussy so tight on your powerful fingers makes as my juices run down your hand, mouth and into your beard. My hips buck wildly to get maximum friction against your magical fingers and mouth. I adore that once I start to cum you can hold onto me and maintain your exact tempo and rhythm which allows me to soar ever higher, making the overwhelming, breathtaking sensations last as long as possible. I pant, moan and whimper as wave after wave breaks. The last half hour had been great but I still had whatever she was up to with Guy in the back of my mind, so the last thing I needed was to give her an excuse for accusing me of being an abusive husband. I've always thought consent mattered, and I wasn't going to give up on that simply because the day had turned out weird.I opened the minibar and sat looking at it for a minute. This time I did open a bottle. It wasn't the most well-appointed bar I'd ever seen. One whiskey, blended not malt, an. "Burns? How ironic! Who else, a Mr. Mustard maybe?" Hammond blurted out the next name, he did not appreciate the humour of the moment; his cock maintaining its burning erection, his noosed balls bright red and numbing in stark contrast."Seb Monroe ... he and Burns cut her ... he was the cruellest though." Sandy's hand stopped dead and she drew breath as a she dwelt on the name, a look of frustration filling her face as she chewed on the pen; making someone as insignificant as Burns disappear.