What strikes me are the roses, they’re old and just magnificent. But they need some care, Juan has neglected them a little, as it seems. He probably...had his baby on his mind. Lucky bastard. It’s a hot day and I’m working with a bare upper body. I enjoy to feel the slight breeze and the warmth of the sun on my back.While I’m totally lost in pruning the roses near the terrace, I hear a female voice behind me. A self-confident, assertive voice.“ ... I don’t give a fuck. I will give him four mill. Taking me into the bedroom, he lay on my back with my legs askew; I circled his neck and thanked him. He had given me what I wanted, and most of all, what I had missed. An hour later, the sound of Paul my husband, pulled in the driveway. I met him at the door with a short kiss and no feelings of guilt or remorse from my afternoon of loving. Our marriage was on shaky ground from a number of things with the most important one being sex. On this count, Paul was a zero. It was a wham-bang, thank. Perhaps he just approved. ‘Hi darling, this is Mr Bader who will be with us for three months to examine our entire operation and to recommend practical ways to streamline and improve productivity. Bernie this is my daughter Dyan.’ ‘Um, um. How lovely to meet you Dyan.’ Dyan’s face flamed and her father asked was she okay. ‘Yes perfectly,’ the 30-year-old brunette said icily. ‘Well I’m placing another desk in this office for Bernie. I should have said something but it didn’t come up.’ ‘It. His cock tasted delicious, I took him all in my mouth, feeling him press against the back of my throat, his balls contracting at the same time. He slowly began to plunge into me, I could smell a mixture of his sweat and ass, it spurred me on even more so.I was gagging on his dick when he stopped sucking me off, I could hear him spit before I felt him slide a finger into me. My constant gagging made my cunt contract so I started jerking him off and tried to relax. After some gently probing he.