He untied my legs and turned me over on my back. ?I want to see your facewhen I'm fucking you.? He pushed his cock in with one thrust. I felt it inmy ...throat. I was screaming through the gag. He just kept telling me to lookat me. When I would close my eyes, he would pound harder. The pain was likeI was a virgin again. He stopped fucking me long enough to untie my hands andflip us over so I was on top. He held me by the hips moving me up and downon his huge cock. I was crying so hard that I. I LOVED IT.He was moaning too and jerking himself. I couldn't get enough. The faster he was jerking the faster i did too. I had my left hand on his butt cheek and my right hand back on my dick.At one point he put his cock in my mouth but i took it out only to spit on it before swallowing it again.This time he had both hands on my head and was fucking my face hard. Very soon he said the first words to me in a low but aggressive tone "I'm gonna cum".Instantly, i stopped jerking my cock and. ‘Brenda, has Justine spoken to you about her graduation?’ ‘Yes dear, we are going, but I have to have a new dress.’ ‘Surely you don’t. . . .’ He caught the death stare from his wife’s eyes and realised that to continue would take him down a dangerous path. It served him right for having married a fashion model, but then she was better looking than Henry’s has-been hag. ‘When is it? I must clear my appointment book for a couple of hours on that day.’ At number 32 Benton Street Justine reached. I was already two hours late. I slipped out of bed and went to the loo, admiring my handiwork from my shower yesterday in the mirror on the way back. I normally have short cut pubes but I'd decided to go Hollywood for a change. As I climbed back into bed, I noticed my other half looking at his phone, I lent over and tried to look at it but he hid the screen and told me to hang on. A few moments later I noticed him starting to breathe a bit heavier than usual and the quilt rustling. He was.