Obviously, I was upset with my employee. This wasn't their first mistake, and I needed to fire them. I was far from being ready to fire them; I needed...an escape, something to put me in a better mood. My husband must've read my mind. He shut and locked the door to my private office area. I felt myself getting wet as he stroked my face, brushing a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. I sighed softly as he gently nibbled on my ear. He picked me up in his arms and I straddled his lap when he sat. “When you give me a body massage tomorrow, I would prefer you sucked me off,” I said to Sylvia.“Why wait for tomorrow. I will give you a chance to recover and will be back later to suck you off,” she said.The next three hours were the longest three hours of my life. The anticipation was killing me. Diedre was not very good at sucking cock and really did not like doing it. She could never get over gagging on cum.I tried to sleep but sleep would not come.Finally, after what seemed like an. It was now clear that she was ready for action.She then held my hand and said its ok as she may have realised that i was embarassed with my shaft buldging .The next thing i new was that i had my lips on her lips and we smooched for a long long time with my toung into her mouth and her hand on my shaft (still with my shorts on)I then ran my hand over her lovely lovely breast and then took it between her thighs.She was wearing a loose top and tight pair of jeans.I ran my hand on her breast below. The second reason was that I was able to visit my family, and in fact spent a very happy Christmas at Greenaway's Farm. I enjoyed the manual labour when helping out with the farm work, and the knowledge that I was once again part of the family. However the main reason for enjoying my time in Lincoln was the absence of Jarvis Braxton-Clark.Sir Thomas Picton had been killed at Waterloo; a musket ball had pierced his brain as he was leading his division into the attack, a fitting end for a valiant.
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