RICHARD
James has taken over where I left off with Charlotte, crouched over her on all fours, pumping her hard in her bound/p***y raised position. It looks awkward but neither seems bothered by that, his expression intent, hers ecstatic, as their flesh collides.
Michael tops up his wine from the bottle sitting on ice, then, as I pump her from behind, sits beside Elizabeth, glass once more in hand.
The glass drips moisture....
.... He's not going to...?
But no, the glass stays well away from my Elizabeth's swinging breasts. But his eyes rise to meet mine as he dips fingers into the chilled wine, holding them there for a few seconds. Then his eyes drop again to his target.
As I thrust steadily, fingers wet, and almost icy, snake between my Elizabeth's legs, and with a movement I cannot
