“Linda says that she likes your attention!” He said to me. “She likes mature men.”“Then she is a wise woman,” I said half in jest. “She ...nows how loving a mature man can be, worshipful even,” I continue, struggling with my script, losing all of my practised lines. I am not used to chatting up husbands. I simply decide not to hide my desire.“I'd hate to mess with you guys, but I'd love to fuck her!” I am prepared to back away if he shows signs of anger or contempt, but he simply nods back to. It was torture. She wished she could’ve done it via phone, but he hadn’t organised himself enough to get that sorted and could only communicate via e-mail. She wasn’t sure how much she should tell him, but in the end opted that the whole truth would be for the best. To her surprise and to his credit, he actually handled the entire thing really maturely. She hadn’t even had to send him the proof she had told him about. She was thankful for that. Something however, had been bothering her. She. As Deandra rubs Dave’s cock against her lips, “I guess. What did you have in mind?”“Could you—I mean, I have never had anyone do this to me, ever—play with my ass?”Deandra thinks for a moment. “I can do that.” She gives Dave a mischievous smile while she strokes his cock with her right hand. She takes her left hand to the bottom of his ballsack, where the scrotum and skin meet. Using her pointer finger, she slides her finger in and out his ass cheeks. With each stroke they share a moan. Deandra. He took the cup, threw back his head andswallowed the pill chasing it with the water.Happy with getting him to take the vitamin she gave him a double slap onhis cheek and smiled, "Good night Charles."She turned around and Charles watched her sashay out of his room. Hestared at her overexposed ass that was framed by matching peach coloredbikini underwear. What a way to end a day that started out with givinghead to his new boss.Charles went to bed that night set to embark on a new job, a new.