..nextone, and your fingers start to move on your clit. Looking into the mirror you watch your body, and try to do math in your headto keep from build...ng too quickly into an orgasm. But the sight of your purpletits, the nipples standing so erect, your bush under your hand, and the gapof your pussy, knowing that all eyes are on you......everyone is looking toyou to provide the entertainment, brings you quickly to the brink again. "MASTER MAY I CUM?" Looking around, it looks like about 50/50. He grabbed a handful of my hair again and pushed his cock into me till it felt like it was hitting the back of my throat. "Damn your a good little cocksucker aren't you Slut." He moaned fucking my throat. His hand quicklyned in my hair and his cock throbed in my mouth. He started to shoot his cum down my throat. His hand loosened in my hair and he moved my hair from my face gently as I cleaned his cock. "Your going to make me hard again." He said touching my cheek and guiding my head back to. Except for some serious health challenges, I put in 50-hour weeks, and didn't call in sick in nearly 40 years. I made a reasonable salary, but I didn't inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, it looks as though retirement was a bad idea, and I'm tired. Very tired.I'm tired of being told that I have to "spread the wealth" to people who don't have my work ethic. I'm tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and. Sammy was perhaps a little disappointed that he didn’t get more play, but not too much from what I could tell. Perhaps knowing that he wasn’t going to be evacuated made him really want to get as much tail as he could before it escaped him, but he knew better than to defy Margret or me. Besides, he still got more booty lately than he used to get, even as the boss. He would get another chance at more pussy later, I was sure of it. I hoped that he had the good sense to realize that Margret wasn’t.