He was 'crying', as Anne said the last time I came. Marguerite wiped it off with a tissue. “Let me take the 'after' photo.” She took a close-up...of his smooth and shining genitals.“Whoa, that feels good,” he said feeling himself. “Hey, Peter, touch this,” he said as he invited me to touch him above his cock. “Feel my balls too, they're so smooth.” They were too. He turned round and pulled his butt-cheeks apart. “How does it look? Nice and inviting?”“Excuse my friend,” I said to. On business." She gestured toward the interior and said, "This way,please." He was awed by the opulence of the furnishings and d?cor. Hisnew employer was obviously wealthy and he saw visions of an unlimitedexpense account. Not that he would abuse it but, well, why eat hamburgerwhen you could suddenly afford steak? He followed the liveried femalethrough a long hallway to a great room that featured tall book cases anda wide fireplace. Sitting catlike on an antique sofa was an elegantwoman. Now you feel how hard I am and you get even hornier... your right hand is in your panties so you can feel your own wetness. You like it, and smile at me. With your left hand you start undoing my pants; one button first and then the zipper. You slide your hand down into my underwear... now you are really feeling me, I am a bit wet too... and I moan.I move myself up a little so you can grab my pants and move them a bit so my cock is free. You play with it, touching it here and there, moving your. Alice's fingers then disappeared between W's lips and sought out that most sensitive area hidden within her well oiled flesh.W gave a sharp whimper and thrust herself back as Alice slid two fingers up inside her vagina, then slowly proceeded to move them in and out, with Wendy's hips rising in unison as she attempted to extract the maximum pleasure from each thrust of Alice's hand.The thrusts increased in speed and I could see Wendy was getting to a point from which there would be no.