He walked around my desk, leaned over and read my reply. "Not keeping you from anything good, are we Dave?" A fucking blowjob, I thought, but answere..., "No boss, just some errands I have to run during lunch. When is lunch by the way?" This was the first time I'd seen him glance at his watch. "Okay, I have run on a bit," he said. "Remember what I said and have a good week. Enjoy lunch." I sent a text to Jane while walking out of the office to my car. 'just left. on my way to pick up your suit'. The bright stage lights dimmed, the red glow on top of the cameras turned off and Matt’s personal assistant, a gorgeous redhead with large silver rings through the pink nipples that stood at attention on the ends of her large firm breasts, ran on to the stage to attend to him.In the meantime I licked my fingers clean, loving the delicious flavor of my pussy before lowering the platform heels that were locked to my small feet to the floor. I stood up, pushed my milk filled udder back into my. I had notioned for him to touch her pussy. I just wanted to see it once in my life. He reached out gently, and I pulled away just as he made contact, and looked down at her. She had her eyes closed, sucking me hard still. She didn't even notice. I excitedly looked back and watched this strange guy rubbing his fingers over my wife's pubes, then clit and then labia. He looked at me questioningly, I nodded approval, and he slipped a finger in. Up to the knuckle, still wanking himself, harder now.. I reached for it, but it was jammed under the box, which still hovered on the forklift approximately 4 inches above the box underneath it. I reached over the box besides it with both my arms and pulled as hard as I could, but just as it loosened, the box fell down. The forklift must have had some sort of leak in the hydraulics, and the box had slowly been lowered until it rested on the part I just had pulled out, and now it fell to the box underneath it with a loud bang.I was lucky that my arms.