But who is this fellow?”“His name is Paul Gregory. He is...”“I know, Marie. I know.”We were interrupted by a car that stopped in front of th...e garage. Karen stepped out and picked up her shoulder bag which contained her new laptop. Then she noticed me, Marie - and Paul - standing by the door. She looked at me, and then at Marie, and finally at Paul. When she looked at Paul, recognition hit her. She stopped and turned back to the car before I could say a thing. I heard Marie curse in French, and. ‘What the hell are you? Look at you little…. Well little tart’… she continued to shout at me ‘W w what are you doing home???’ I stuttered while to close down the pcI felt a slap across my face, and then another… they knocked me sideways ‘Get over her’ she yelled… before I had chance to think she hit me again‘NOW TART’ ‘Stand over there’ she ordered… ‘Is that my Mac you are wearing?’ It was a long black trenchcoat, with 2 deep pockets and a great buckle belt; that she often wore to work‘Answer. She flailed against her restraints as I continued to work on her clit, even after she had cum. A nasty torment. "Your wife is one filthy woman," I commented to Martin as I finally relented and left her clit alone. My pause in touching her was only short lived. "Martin, give her your cock to suck, while I get her anus ready to receive mine."Martin obliged and he whipped around and provided his cock to her mouth, which despite the effort from a moment ago, she inhaled greedily having relinquished. As soon as she entered the club a good looking man asked her to join him and his companion at their table. She was checking her coat when they invited her to sit with them. She saw that the club was crowded and shed have to wait for a table if she didnt, so she accepted his invitation. The music was loud and eclectic and she liked the clubs atmosphere. It reminded her of a club where shed danced in Austin. Shed already had a double Long Island Tea at home so she was already a little loose. The.