Her interior muscles rippled trying to milk cum. She sensed success despite the recent blow job and ramped up her bullshit. "Oh God Roger. Fucking gre...t. Almost there. Make me cum. Give it to me. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh god. So good. So close. So big. Yes!" She rippled and he came, his hands grasping and pulling her hips tight against him, his voice rumbling like a bull.Seconds later she reached back and held the condom and flattened her body on the bed until his cock popped out.Turning over, she. When he brought back the shoes he asked if I'd like to try them on.Thankfully my wife told him we'd take them with us.The salesman began putting them in a box, but my wife told him I'd carrythem as we shopped more. He smiled, pulled his card from his pocket, andput it in my hand, holding my hands a bit too long. "Please come back ifI can be of further service." The touch of his hand made me almost swoonas my cock flinched hard in my panties.I was now carrying a pink slip over my arm and pink. I had stepped back slightly, intending to watch all the action. The guy in her mouth let out a groan and fell back. Sperm was dripping from her lips and her eyes were glazed over in ecstacy. I recognised the next cock to be thrust into her mouth as belonging to the manager, who must have come in to see what the commotion was about.Layla was now moaning loudly as the two cocks ploughed into her, building up to a climax and then screaming out as she came. The manager pulled his cock from her. He got me up from the dinner table and led me into his living room.Once in the living room he started lightly running his fingers over my nipples. My cock quickly got hard again after it had softened while at dinner. It started leaking pre-cum. Soon he started slowly stroking it. I was starting to get turned on. He continued rubbing my nipples with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. It didn’t take me long to erupt. What kind of a mess I made I don’t know, not being able to see. I.