“What? That tiny excuse for a cock? Never!” She laughed aloud and smiled sweetly. “I wouldn’t even let you put it in my ass, even though I mig...t actually feel it”“Just for that impudence, you may lick my asshole!” She went down on all fours and stuck her gorgeous ass up in the air.“Lick my asshole, slave!” she demanded, and I dutifully forced my tongue to work. Her corn hole was hot and salty and covered in their mixed juices. I licked around and up and down and tried to force my tongue inside,. She stood there like that with her face turned away from me for at least 10 seconds. She wanted to make sure I got a good look. And I did, I couldn’t stop looking at that perfectly shaped ass. I mean, she was slender – the perfect body type, not at all a small petite girl, average height, very tanned, and perfect straight brunette hair that went down to right below her shoulder blades and which she usually kept in a high ponytail. She was taller than my s****r but she was developing some nice. There may be ten ‘personal bankers’ waiting to serve you and another ten tellers but you only want to do business with one person who can make decisions without having to go talk to a supervisor. Big banks have dozens of vice presidents. It doesn’t mean anything except that they are bank officers and can make everyday decisions without getting permission. I was ushered into the office of Vice President Smith. Smith? Really? Is anyone really named Smith? Apparently so.“How can I help you, Ms.. ” With a chuckle, I pulled her hips hard against me, grinding the bulge in my jeans against where years of experimentation told me it would graze her pussy from behind. Alice bit back a squeaking giggle. “Mike… the garage door is still open. Someone might see.” “And…” “And,” now her voice dropped to a harsh whisper, “I’m on the fucking PTA. Last thing I need is Susan hearing that some jackass saw us fucking in the drive way.” I knew that sound. My wife could.