If you’re a good DB, I need you now.’ Her voice did sound desperate, but it was a nice sounding voice, and I wasn’t very busy anyway. ‘Tell me...how to get to your place and I’ll come over and talk.’ ‘8920 Western, apartment 309. There isn’t an elevator.’ ‘Charlie, I’ll be there in an hour. By the way, I’m really good in DB.’ Fifty minutes later I walked up the stairs of a sixty-year-old building that showed every one of those years and knocked on the door of 309. She opened the door, she looked. Observant and slid my dripping pussy over his hard throbbing cock. The heat from his cock was intense and as it slid inside me, he twitched it a few times, giving me delightful little spasms. His hands went to my breasts as he began to massage and stimulate both nipples. I looked down at his face as he moved his lips toward my own and we began to kiss slowly and softly. I began to slowly ride his cock as my husband tried to slip his cock in my well lubricated ass. I slowed my movements to allow. John saw me looking exhausted slumped in my chair with a subsiding erection covered in glistening oil. ‘Get yourself up here now ‘cos you are going to show Dee and me how you jerk yourself off!’ John was looking shocked, but the last two days events appeared to have made him less worried about the whole thing as he gave a big grin. He waded out of the pool and sauntered over towards us, his dick swinging free and stopped just a step away from Dee. Nadine then turned towards me and lifted her. How sweet! But you’re a Yank, judging by your accent. You have a British niece?” Emilia seemed loathe to hang up with me for some reason, getting rather chummy.“That I do, ma’am. That I do. Until then, best wishes and thank you,” I hung up on Emilia Clarke, a subtle way of asserting myself with someone used to others hanging on her every word.“So, just like that, you have a new lackey, dear. What will you do with her?” I teased Tammy, well aware of what she had in mind for Emilia.“So ... do we.