I can see the look in her eyes. I can tell she is being driven by urges just like me. But they’re different urges. A need to please, obey, love. All... directed at me. “Come here.” I motion and she happily crawls to me. Sits back on her heels again, with her face looking up at me from between my knees as I sit on the stone bench.I reach out and caress her face. She nuzzles my hand. I stick my thumb to her lips and part them, pulling down her jaw with authority. She lets me, opens her mouth wide. I. . oh fuck yes, don’t stop.' She loves the way his fingers pries her thighs apart until they can go no further, the way his eyes lock on her damp folds. She feels so exposed, so wanton, so very fuckable as he gazes at her sweet pussy and swears to her how beautiful she is. How much he wants to taste her, to bury himself inside and make her his. Her heart pounds as she waits for the touch of his mouth, she lifts her hips trying to tempt him with her splayed thighs. To taste. To pleasure her,. It fell beside his already dead body, which ended up in a seated position by the side of the house. My main role in the drama was done, but I couldn't hide out in the back. I could have, but it just wasn't me. So I picked up his automatic and I went to the front of the house. The strike teem was already insideI went in behind them to watch their collective asses. They had already cleared the downstairs or so I thought. They headed up stairs where the intelligence said the gang would have the. But that wasn't the point, why did Robert want to know if I thought he was sexy? I kept looking at him without saying anything. I wanted to see where he was going with this."Look Merrell, I've been thinking that maybe you're not all that happy in bed any more. I was just talking to Leon today at work and mentioned that we hadn't done "it" for almost three weeks. And he started giving me this ration of shit that 'if he were your husband he'd keep you so satisfied in bed that you'd be coming to.