At first I was lost for words but eventually told her that yes I had. She seemed to get a sad sort of look on her face and shook her head. “My husba...d would never do that,” she said, “he said it was dirty and perverted. He was strictly a missionary man,” she added. By now my cock was almost bursting my zip and she looked down at it. “Did they... errr...you know....?” she said, nodding down at my erection. Again, for a couple of seconds, I was lost for words but again I answered yes. “I've never. And then I got a call out of the blue. Some woman whose voice I didn't recognise."Sharon is seeing some one else," stated in a deep, sexy sound.If I divorced her, she might have her visa revoked. She couldn't risk that. Still, while she was off running around there were one or two sweet babes in the office I could replace her with on a more permanent basis."How do you know?" They're meeting in the Playboy mansion, where I sometimes work." I began to imagine great things about this woman. She. Little did I know it was soon going to become the hottest day of my life ever. I couldn’t help but overhear the impatient sighing of the woman behind me. I had to take a quick peek at her out of the corner of my eye. It was a pleasant surprise to find a little brunette standing there, who seemed to have a huge rack on her chest but she held the items she had in her arms closely pressed against her.I then heard a soft, almost painful, groan coming from her. I had to turn around at that point. The mix of ribbons, lace, and velvet in red, green,and white colors totally reflects the Christmas holidays that is thereason for the Jefferson's party. It is my first year serving for themand I want to do well. Luckily it is an easy night of servingappetizers and delivering drinks provided by the caterers. As I walkthrough the crowd with my serving tray, I see them glancing at me. Themen intrigued by my sexy appearance, but knowing I am nominally still amale, are somewhat conflicted. The woman.