We went to our favourite little beach bar where the girls took off the dresses and teased the barman by sitting open legged on the high stools, wriggl...ing sexily and telling him how much they enjoyed the feel of the coverings on their pussies."Ha si senoras," he beamed at them proudly. "The stools, they are from the preeks of de Whales."I asked him how he knew about Prince Charles (the Prince of Wales) and received a hefty kick from mum along with a dig in the ribs from Sara."Ha, ha, ha," he. My lips were touching his balls! He did this a few more times in between thrusting straight into my mouth. I forgot I needed to look up at him, I was so focused on the cock in front of me! I looked up and he was looking straight at me, there was a hunger in his eyes! He wanted me so bad! my cock was already very erect in my little red panties and I felt them getting wetter by the second. I quickly started jerking his cock into my mouth and before too much longer he started to moan. 'Like I might pin you down right now and fuck you like a whore. But only if you are a lippy, disrespectful married mother...''Time for supper, John?''After you agree to the rules!''Oh, I agree to them; will Emma agree to them?''Emma will never know. Unless I catch her sucking a stud's dick on campus! Then she really ought to know, don't you think?''So you and Emma were just a nice first girlfriend/boyfriend experience then? Are you getting ready to split?''No, but we may part for a while to let. Was she tied up with a millionaire or the mob? From the looks of the report someone had followed me 24/7. Hell, they even recorded the fact I had soiled my shirt at lunch one day and what I had dropped on it and the time and café it was done in. They recorded every time I watched a good looking woman (yeah, yeah, I'm not dead yet. I do look) and if I talked to her. It took me over two hours to read the report. Then I sat and thought about it.Hell, some of the things in the report were things.