Shanika went back down the hall to the reception area and sat at her desk. She thought about her encounter with Mr. Whitlock. Unlike Miz Peterson he h...dn't objected to her formalities. And he called her girl. She felt her pussy getting wet.The morning proceeded uneventfully. Around one her phone rang with the single ring indicating an inside call. She saw on the display that the call was from Mr. Whitlock."Yes, sir?" she said."Would you come back here, girl?" he asked."Yes, sir." Shanika rose. For the three weeks before the actual move we saw even more of each other and more often without Susan's presence. During this time we discovered that kissing could be even better when tongues were added. The excitement brought on by this discovery led my hand to her young breast. Anita was wearing a blouse with a bra underneath at the time yet those two pieces of fabric did little to spoil the excitement I felt. For some reason, that she didn't push my hand away was even a bigger thrill for. Not often and not good. I was losing my ability to satisfy my wife. Years ago we had tried things to make sex more interesting, she would dress up sexy, tied each other to bed used toys etc but recently we had not been active in these areas. I had always had a fantasy of a threesome but she didn't want to try. She had an erotic massage once but other than her being in a see through negligé nothing else happened. We spoke about trying something again and she agreed so we had a trip down to. I got up and pushed my spent cock in to her mouth. “Clean it bitch” I demanded. Sammi took into her mouth and licked the cum off it. She looked at me “No one has ever fucked me like that” “And I’ve never fucked my own ass” I laughed. “Here’s my number, call me next time you wanna fuck” I left her exhausted on the bed with my cum running out of her asshole and went home. For the past twenty years I have worked in the movie business on the lowest rungs possible. You that guy you send to do all.