John followed me with his camera. As I walked over I tried to pick my pink panties from out of my arse but John stopped me. “Don’t touch. Your ars... is mine now, I have to repay you for that blowjob”. “Shit” I thought this is going to get interesting… in a good way. I sat down in the shower; John started taking a couple of pics of me just sitting there, then with my arse showing up for him. He then grabbed his still semi-hard cock “time for a wash”. He let out a torrent of piss aimed at my. Jane was soaking wet, her pussy not quite as tight as Julie's as i imagined it was her daughter i was fucking , but she was still a great fuck, moving against me in time with my thrusts so I got in nice and deep. I loved looking down while we fucked, taking in the sight of her but just then I suddenly got a flashback . The memory of Julie, almost naked, her ass almost sticking out of the car window while she sucked hungrily on Martin's cock. I could visualize Julie's full, round tits bouncing. Monday’s were always busy. Delivery lorries would be queuing up waiting to be unloaded as we came into work and I would spend the day chasing around like ‘a blue arse fly’ as the say organising the re-stocking of the depot. I saw Sanjay a couple of times but we didn’t speak, there was little time to exchange pleasantries let alone chat.Tuesday was different, it was back to normality and Sanjay and I had chance to chat. In fact he came to my office with and envelope in his hand. “It’s from. My fingers slid up and down, getting closer to his swollen head every time. I pushed in my other hand and played with his sac while my fingers finally reached his bulbous head. I outlined the mushroom shaped erogenous zone and then began to discreetly jerk his rod. I smiled as I did, ignoring my own intense satisfaction. My hand worked his shaft, up and down, up and down and his moan came through, but not loud enough. One hand retreated and slid my bikini down, exposing my wet muff. I pressed.