“Maybe if you play up to the boss” my husband said “I could get money out of him”. I was shocked. My husband was suggesting I prostitute mysel.... We talked some more and it was the only answer we could come up with. I again phoned my boss and asked again about getting some work. He said if I dropped by his house the next day he would find something.That night David and I made love twice as he assured me that he would feel the same about me no matter what happened. The next morning I spend ages. Ohh f**k yeah .... F**k that's nice ... do me ... fuck my neglected married c**t .... Here .... Now .... Ride me , ride me good ride my married arse off. I know you want to!!''I saw Peter's hungry hands go under Janice's skirt and lift her clean up off the floor, pushing her back against the wall. Her hands were on both his shoulders. Slowly he lowered her down onto himself ... she moaned loudly as Peter's cock, the stuff of office legend, went up up inside her. Her arms wrapped around his. Only people who know what it means would ever notice it.” Jean looked around the room. A man who must have been in his seventies had just settled himself into his chair and was replacing a napkin on his lap. Next to him was a grey-haired old lady. He looked happy. He was fat, wrinkled and ugly. Could she possibly have just had an orgasm with that man's prick in her mouth and swallowed his cum? The thought horrified and excited her at the same time. Clyde took Jean back to his office and then. ‘Wait,’ she said breathlessly and Craig looked up at Her. ‘Watch,’ She simply said and let her fingers begin to point to the places She needed. First on the edge of Her slightly swelling lips. Craig’s tongue dutifully followed Her finger as it traced all around the edge. Sliding and teasing, lightly and slowly. She felt Herself becoming more aroused, wet and Her lips spreading wider. She then pointed at Her sensitive nib and commanded, ‘Lick and suck right here.’ Craig caught on fast as his.