I automatically slipped a finger in her dripping hole then another and soon three fingers were inside her feeling a wet and loose pussy. Within minut...s she was pushing up against my face telling me to suck her harder as my fingers worked feverishly around inside her. I didn’t know then but I do now know she had an orgasm as I felt a rush of juices flow from within. I continued to finger her and suck hard on her clit until she pulled my head off of her and whispered “fuck me”. I got up off of. She hesitated until she felt his hands on her shoulders, turning her to the exit door of his office, when she said what he wanted her to say. "Yes, I want to be your mistress. I'll be your bitch." Replied the shy young wife. "You'll be my cunt?" He asked. "Yes I'll be your cunt. I'll be whatever you want." The embarrassed wife conceded.He took her by the hand, guiding her toward the leather sofa on the other side of his office. He stopped along the way picking up the company camera. He sat on. Thus he spent a considerable amount of time scrubbing and hisfinger nails, at best only getting a few flecks of the polish off. Anyoneelse would know what the problem was, but Brett been Brett pinned it on'that witch' as he called her, seeing as he hadn't bothered to learnErin's name.The reader may be wondering: Why doesn't Brett put liquid paper on hisnails to cover the polish? The answer is: Like many self centred people,Brett wasn't particularly bright, (as the above may show) having more. God knows he seemed to want to talk. I just sat there and stared at him as he went on."I think she probably got a good kick out of going home to you after being fucked senseless by me and my friends."I raised an eyebrow over that and he laughed. "You never knew that did you? No, I guess you didn't, but it's true. In your house, on your bed, on the couch in my office or a motel room, it didn't matter to her as long as she was getting some dick. What was it, five years? No, more like five and a.