The irony struck him that his mother considered Olga an inferior, unworthy of consideration. In turn, Olga considered the driver unworthy of hers. The...nauseating, arbitrary nature of the class system inspired a moment of contempt within him. It was all so very pathetic. Olga led them through the hallway until they arrived at the office and knocked on the door. “Lady Parmenter and her son are here to see you, dear.”“Thank you, Olga. Please send them in.”They stepped inside and James froze at. There it was… the inevitable culmination of all the needless flirting and the fateful moment when he has to decide wheter to break her heart or destroy her ass. Of course, decisions like this were heavily influenced by his current level of horniness and with a good-looking woman like that, his dick usually chose for him. For a brief moment before and after sex, he felt like a piece of shit.Nobody knew his terrible secret. Oh, he blurted it out dozens of time to strangers while drunk off. He had often fantasized about the two of them in bed, of course, it was only after his relationship with his sister had changed, but the reality was better, much better than he could ever imagine.With a face full of desire, Maggie gazed at Laura. She was on all fours with her hands either side of Laura's head and her legs either side of her friend's hips. Maggie examined the brown-haired beauty. She brushed her fingers over the succulent lips and traced every inch of the oval face. She wanted. She looked ripe for bending over a desk if ever there was an opportunity and I sensed she would take it in either opening without a hint of objection. I bet the blinds in his office were down more than up and the workers all joked about how deep he was buried in her pussy instead of her typing letters to their customers. I suspected she was more than willing to play along with the charade because she was a hot-blooded bitch and eager for cock more often than not. The scent of sex seemed to.