And then he remembered their wild lovemaking session and reasoned that she probably could have sold him the Brooklyn Bridge had she wanted to. He'd ne...er seen her so damned wanton... nor with her determined, stubborn mind so set on anything as this dinner... dinner, hell... swap party was the only proper tag for this arrangement. And not that they hadn't enjoyed the game many, many times before with the gang in the capitol, but there was something about the blatant lecherous attitudes of these. “OK, I’ll be in my office,” she said as she turned around.He watched her walk away. She seemed to be swinging her hips seductively as she walked.He got behind the machine again and was about to put the cover on when he looked up through the machine. He froze and stared in disbelief. Laura was seated in her chair facing him. Her legs spread wide and she was rubbing her pussy with one hand. She held her skirt up with the other. She was smiling at him. He popped the cover in place and stood up.. "Hi! Come on in. Let me take your coat."She smiled and walked passed me into my lobby. I stood behind her and she shrugged off her coat. She turned and offered her cheek for a kiss. I looked at her face, she looked older and something else was missing from her eyes, I wasn't sure what. I kissed her cheek, and smelled her perfume. It was a smell that instantly took me back to a different, happier time. I knew it was a perfume that she wore because I loved it, but I could no longer remember what. This gave me perfect access to his big uncut dick, and heavy balls. The easiest way to clean up was to swallow, and I quickly became a master at allowing his heavy loads of love juice to slide down my throat without spilling a drop. There is nothing quite like going back to work with the musky male scent of a dick in your nostrils, and your lovers warm cum resting in your stomach with the strong after taste lingering in your throat and mouth. I loved my job!The other major prop of this.