Chapter 50: The Phone Rang

Lana Hayde hadn't wanted to make a sound, but when Blaire Saxon went down between her thighs as usual, a moan slipped out anyway. Feeling the deft swirl of Blaire Saxon's tongue, Lana clamped a hand over her mouth. Even so, she couldn't stifle the moans. Her sounds mingled with the wet slurps echoing through the room. Would her husband hear? Would he press his ear to the door to eavesdrop? While Lana teetered on the brink, her husband stood motionless in the hall, wearing nothing but a pair of...