It occurred to Gary that the face belonged to one of the senior partners. So she wanted to beat up an old man. He thought things might be making some ...ense. He wished he knew more.It wasn’t the bathroom and it wasn’t the bed that got him though; it was her small desk. He found tissues all over the place, Kleenex everywhere, and they looked like they’d been used, not to wipe a nose or clean off vaginal juices, but to wipe away watery eyes. That was just a guess, he wondered, had she been crying. “I’ll square it with your employer.” Brad made a phone call of his own, which George didn’t hear.To be honest, it was pandemonium when the limo pulled up to George’s house and the whole clan came screaming out, followed by an obviously frazzled Claudette. George was mobbed by all his rug-rats.Brad helped get all the kids strapped into the seats and called up an address to George. “One more stop” he said to Claudette, who was nervously watching the children to make sure they didn’t damage. Finally he grabbed his cock and started to rub it against my cunt, up and down, using my juices to lubricate his thick and ready cock. I just laid there, moaning and unsuspecting as I enjoyed the feel of his warm, thick dick rubbing against me. He kissed my cheeks, and then my lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth. It was the perfect distraction; I desperately sucked and licked back against his tongue, barely feeling Daddy's cock slowly and firmly pushing its way inside of me. Then, with one. "Finger my ass, straight boy", he commanded.I had never touched another guy's asshole but my hand slowly moved under his balls and I tentatively brushed it with my finger. "That won't do", he said and sat up, removing his cock from my mouth and turning over, showing me his ass."Lick my asshole! Make it wet and finger it!"I didn't know what to do. My fantasies had always been about cock. I had rimmed a few ladies but this was too much. Matt got into a doggie position and raised his ass to my.