She just knew that this was the time to catch him. She walked across the lawn to the door of the shed. It was partially open and she could see him wit... his suit down around his ankles. She pushed the door open and before he knew it she was standing before him. He nearly fell trying to pull up his suit and stuff his big cock back in it. She was surprised to see that his cock was at least as big as his fathers. “Put your suit on and come in the house, I want to talk to you.”As she turned and left. . for, it seemed, like hours. Then everyone unpinned, de-tagged, button checked, sorted, sized and piled in Laundry, Dry Cleaning and Hand Wash. We might buy off the rack but we don't wear off the rack.Gwendolyn transferred our pool clothes either to the gas dryer or hung them to drip dry on our exclusive backyard solar powered linear dryer."I'm not doing all that new stuff by myself," complained Gwen. "You all have to help." I'll take the dry cleaning," I commented. 'Wendy? One hour or two. Then my right. My legs were free to move.He took hold of my ankles and brought them up to his shoulders. I felt his hands under my hips as he raised them up. I felt his cock again at the opening of my cunt. He took one hand and grabbed his cock to run it up and down my lips gathering my moisture to lubricate his cock. Again I felt it start to enter, but this time he kept pressure till his cock was buried to the hilt inside me.The scream left my mouth before I could think. His penetration was. “You’re an asshole! Fuck you and your bullshit. This conversation is over,” Amber shouted at me, pulled her dress down and walked out of my office. I grinned and called out to her, “Are your freshly soaked panties a gift, Amber? I am touched by your generosity. Although, most men might think it a bit too whorish of you.” She turned around and boldly walked to me, grabbed her panties from my index finger that I was twirling them on, and slapped me across the face. I gently rocked in my chair.