They were laughing and goofing around. "Hey, what are you girls doing? Get back to work, I ain't paying you to play around." I said in a playful tone.... Marissa turns and sticks her tongue out at me. "You're not even paying us." "You better put that tongue away before I put it to good use." "Oh yeah? I wanna see you try." The girls run up to me. They tackle me to the floor. They pin me to the ground, well, I let them pin me. "Hayley, what should we do with your husband?" "Well, you should make. As she came down the lawn she was giggling like a schoolgirl, her husband heard her and turned his head to watch her. His lovely wife headed his way; in each hand she held a glass of orange.He looked at her as she skipped over the grass, she was really lovely, they had been married four years now but they had decided to wait until they were in their thirties before children, build a secure future and all that.He laughed as she skipped and span balancing the drinks, her little beach robe opened. The woman groans at this, but he quickly slips himself underneath her, back to him. He enters her again, his cold hand cupping her breast again. His large member pulls in and out of the heavenly bliss at a inhuman pace.He thrusts harder when he hears her pleased moans. The hand that wasonce clutching the sheets for support came up and cupped the woman'swildly bouncing breasts.He thrusts into her wildly, the woman's moans elevating in noise. He releases one of her breasts, lifting her left leg. Her words had shown him she was beginning to like it, but he knew, if he took his time and worked patiently, she would soon be begging him for more and more. He had been anticipating her complete surrender, and he wanted it like this, not under the influence of whatever drug it was that Osman had given her at the motel. He wanted to know it was her fully conscious mind that was giving in, not a mindless robot of a woman who didn't know what she was doing. A feeling of absolute power surged.