"Naughty, naughty," he said. "You could have changed things couldn't you?" Yes," she said in a curiously flat tone, "I suppose that I could have."Greg... made the alterations himself but he certainly wasn't finished with Mrs Armitage. "I think you owe me a little repayment for my inconvenience," he said. "Why don't we go through there?"Gregg pointed to Sylvia's stationery cupboard and Mrs Armitage got slowly to her feet and walked towards it. Gregg was able to enjoy the tightness of her skirt as. "Hell, no," he replied, slipping his other hand up my shirt to squeeze my other breast through my sports bra. "I ain't gonna leave you here, all hot, and sweaty, and horny..." I'm not horny..." I whispered."Yeah you are..." He breathed. "What do you say I return your favor, now?"Malcolm turned me around and pulled me into him. He slid a hand down the front of my running shorts and swiped his index finger through my wet slit. I moaned as he pulled me down to the ground and seized my shorts by. I nodded half-heartedly and he called her. My boss’s wife came walking again like a queen swaying her hair and flaunting her elegance. We sat down and got engaged in a banter.My boss kept on talking about the work which I was never interested in with such a bombshell around.I kept looking at her whenever I got the chance. I was surprised at the choice of her saree for the occasion. It was thin and her blouse was tight. They both made I got a good view of her saggy boobs. Her boobs were huge and. It is filling me up and I can feel the juices. I am taking the juices on my finger and tasting them. Ummmmmm, this is so fucking hot. I want you to listen to me as I play with myself. Tell me what you are doing.”“I have my cock in my right hand and am slowly stroking it. Long slow strokes from top to bottom. I am imagining you laying in front of me and I am watching you play with your vibrator.”“I have it completely inside me now. It is thicker than you, but not as long. I am pulling it out and.