The Last Act in the Miraculous Story of His Majesty King Charles the Second's Escape Out of the Reach of His Tyrannical Enemies

Once there he knelt between her thighs to part her legs, putting one foot over the seat and the other on the ledge behind the bunk. She was now well and truly spread before him, although apart from a few fumblings down below he made no attempt to mount her. "Here," he said, holding out the phone. "You're going to make a little call. You're going to telephone your sister and tell her you've met someone else. Tell her you've gone off with a lover because he gives you what you need in bed. Tell her what a great fuck I am." He pulled a few strokes on his angry cock while Susan slowly tapped out the numbers. In a way she was almost glad it had come to this. At last he would fuck her and she would just have to get used to it. If he ever let her go no-one was going to believe her story and everyone would know she had spent her time being screwed up and down every motorway in the country. She would simply be another runaway wife. God knows there were plenty of them. Three rings and then the click. "Hello?" "Claire?" The Driver pushed home his cock, penetrating, in and up, filling her completely. "Claire, it's me. Susan." His cock pulled back to the glans to be encased by fat lips that clenched against its every movement until, with a powerful thrust, he drove it back up her. "I'm alright," she gasped. "I'm fine." The sudden jab of his prick forced the breath from her body as he took up a slow rhythmic thrust and continued to fuck her, all the time watching and ensuring she gave the right message. "What are you doing?" Claire asked. "We've been a bit worried." Susan's grip tightened on the phone as she felt the uncomfortable rise of desire within her ...»