He'd held her there until he was done. She wasn't going to say cum or ejaculate or orgasm. When he finally let her daughter up he had her put his peni... back in his pants and grabbing both of them by the hair on the back of their necks marched her and her daughter, although to be fair her daughter didn't have to be marched, into the kitchen. Thrown in a chair and told to shut up"Now let's talk. Your husband has stolen $80,000.00 from me, I can afford it but the others he took from are not so. In a matter of days she would take it further. Later in the night we made love and she pretended I was her boss. I told her to call out his name as I pounded her. She groaned “Yes Vimal, fuck me, fuck me.” I came in huge installments bellowing like a bull in the heat. She too achieved an immense orgasm.In the next few days she interacted with her boss, Vimal, outside the office, for coffee, lunch and even a dinner. She revealed that he was a man of 46, a widower with both children studying. I put on a pair of black pantyhose and a bra, before hiding my inner slut with a suit and tie. I stared at the phone, praying he would text back. My hunger for cum, for being on my knees, possessed my every thought.I noticed my phone was flashing.A rush of excitement coursed through me that it might be the black guy. The fact was that even though I had just swallowed two loads and should have been satisfied, I instantly wanted more. I grabbed my phone and read the message:White boy,I am at. Turned out she was making a play for me because of what she had heard. She was I guess what you might call a budding cumfreak. When she gave me a handjob, I did my best to suppress it and I must have done an alright job because she said, "That was a nice amount of cum, but I was expecting a lot more after what Anna said." I then asked, "You mean you wanted me to shoot it out like that time??" Catherine then confided in me that she really only had one guy shoot it out impressively. He was older.