He started to throat fuck me. I couldn’t breathe. I thought this would be how I died.Getting throat fucked.Let it come. I don’t want to live throu...h whatever aftermath will come.His cock was removed from my mouth. I could feel how incredibly hard and large it was as it was coming out. It seemed to go on forever and when it finally left my mouth the vomit followed. I regurgitated lunch all over the floor to my right.Lunch was so long ago.Like a lifetime ago.He started to move away again. I could. I needed to get back to the office. This was a shop, not a café, didn't they realise that?I coughed loudly, finally prompting the two women to say their goodbyes and as the fashion victim left, the assistant touched her on the arm, a simple enough act of affection, but there was a longing in the assistant's eyes that unsettled me and which the other woman plainly ignored. The bell rang and the assistant and I were alone.The assistant's smile was warm enough as she came out from behind her. Life was grand. Lunch was grand as well - Italian cooking is the best, and boy did his grandma know how to cook. I was stuffed. When seven women are encouraging you to eat, it’s hard to stop!After lunch, the men lit up cigars and were chatting in Italian. The girls went to deck chairs and were sunning themselves. Larry and I sat on the steps in the low end of the pool and I watched the girls. I suspected they lived on this side of town, so seeing them regularly would be tough. My driver’s. "I'm going swimming," he announced, standing up and strolling to the water without looking back. If he was lucky, the cool water would ease the strain of his cock growing hard."You're cruel," Jena told her Mom as soon as Dad was out of earshot."I'm just having some fun," Mom said as if it was nothing."You're doing more than that." Maybe," Margo agreed, watching her husband wading into the surf and enjoying the view of his tight ass. She really was a lucky woman to find such a good man. "Am I.