I looked down at my body. My breasts and tummy were streaked with the milk that had escaped the men’s sucking and it was soaking down into the waist...and of my skirt. I turned to face the group looking at me. All the men were now showing bulges in their pants and even the women appeared flushed and aroused. It was of course Roger who broke the silence. ‘Paul,’ he said, ‘you wife is an incredible slut. Will she do whatever you tell her?’ My husband smiled, ‘Oh yes. Is there something you would. She did as instructed; the taste seemed to not agree with her but hell I was going to make her do it. Looking at her on her knees I couldn’t resist looking at her make up on her face, quite a lot of foundation I was going to mess that up. Put your hands behind your back Mrs Brooking. Now taking my cock in hand I started rub all my pre-cum over her face leaving trails of glistening clear goo all over her. There was make up on my cock time to make her suck it off. I grabbed her chin and lowered. She was 26, 4'11 and 90 lbs. She was easily mistaken for a 16 year old girl. She had small tits and short brown hair. She was comforted by the last woman, Lisa the general secretary and backup receptionist for Debbie - still in the clutches of Juan and now leaking pee down leg. Lisa was 27, 5'7 140 with big tits and teased light brown hair. She prided herself on dressing provocatively, Shelia said, like a slut. Today she thought it might be a mistake. Dick said, "What are you doing here. What. She was good, very good and the oil seemed to soak right into my skin, it felt wonderfully soothing and the dull ache in the small of my back seemed to disappear to be replaced by an even duller ache on the other side of my body!"Turn over" she said huskily, "I might as well do a proper job" You already have" I laughed as I turned over,"Oh my God" she said with a grin, "That's what I love about you Chris" What, you love my cock more than my intellect?" Oh definitely" More than my good looks or.