Gary had begun to notice the little fatness that had gathered around Tracey’s belly. You could say Darren and Gary had never met, in the same way that you could say that a pair of brothers had never met. You dirty bitch, you love being fucked hard don’t you!’ Gary found one of Tracey’s white bum cheeks and slapped it hard. His prior conquests of wifely clients had been ridiculously easy, most involved invitations to the house for a tea or drink of wine, observations of body language, seductive approaches and final magnetic collisions. He removed the light choke and slapped her hard across the face. ‘Yes, yes, I love it, God!’
He pushed her back into an arch and resumed his throttle, squeezing firmly. No bloody regard for money I can tell yer. ‘Aye, but I need to get ready for him. ‘Eek! Tracey was there waiting for him. Abel in’t shop this morning. In her turn, Tracey screamed and shrieked and tried to have as convincing an orgasm as she possibly could as she accepted his
