Finally I heard her say "Phil I can’t take it anymore, don’t cum in me”. With that she got on her knees and began sucking Phil’s mammoth 10 in...h cock, it looked even bigger after he took it out of my wife’s sopping pussy. I'd never seen a cock that big in my life and she could only fill her mouth with a few inches of it. But still Susan sucked on it like the greedy whore she was. Phil just sat back on a barstool and let my wife work on his cock like there was no tomorrow. With a cock like that. He turned around, still flexing his sore knuckles and saw Michelle still standing by the door. She had the flight or fight look in her eyes, he had seen it plenty in his own eyes to recognize it. ‘Sorry.’ The word surprised her, then pissed her off. Sorry? He was telling her he was sorry? ‘For what?’ The tone of her voice left no doubt that she had decided to fight. ‘For scaring the bloody hell out of me? For acting like an ass and battering the damned wall?’ She stalked him around the tiny. When we entered the dirty, musky smelling room, Dion was again there to meet me. This time however, he was looking at a clipboard and flicking through notes, frustration smacked across his face. Jim broke the silence, “Dion, the girl is here to see you.” Dion looked up from his clipboard and flashed a smile at me. “Someone’s early,” said Dion, a sense of sarcasm in his voice. “You know how it is; want to make a good first impression with my new boss.” Dion smiled at my reply. “Well, to make. Yeah...” I moaned without fully realizing what he was doing just yet.He pressed on my asshole and his tongue slipped in. I gasped “Oh Tommy yes ... oh that feels wonderful ... mmm...”He reached around to the front of my thighs and pulled me back on my tongue. My own hands reached back, holding my ass cheeks apart for him.“Oh, god, Tommy ... eat my asshole ... eat me ... fuck you are such a nasty boy! Oh, God, this turns me on so much ... fuck my slut ass with your tongue,” I moaned, as I.