’ Cameron reached behind him and swatted her on her bottom, grinning when she yelped. ‘On second thought, don’t even think about it, Mrs. Mitche...l,’ he growled. ‘I’m the only man you’re allowed to practice your skills on, for massages or anything else.’ ‘What a sexist remark! Just because we’re married doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do, you know. Maybe I want a career in massage therapy.’ He rose on his elbows and thumped a fist against his chest, giving her a fierce frown over his. Please…”“Shouldn’t that be ‘if it pleases you Princess’?”“Yes Princess, of course…if it pleases you Princess.”She went back to rubbing the head against her lips and then suddenly forced herself down on it, so that my cock was buried right to the hilt inside her. Almost as quickly she lifted herself completely off me, I had been inside her for less than a second.“Did that feel good slave?”“Yes Princess,” I groaned.“Thank me for allowing your slave-cock into my beautiful, perfect pussy.”“Thank. It’s just about ready to test,” Lita said. Smiled.“Camila was going to check on you,” Deena said.“I know. She’s going home. I dunno. Going to check on her,” I said.“We’ll see you later, baby,” Carlita said, smiling.I told Bill that I was taking an early break.“Go ahead,” he laughed. “When they send us the purchase contract, we’ll all celebrate.”I walked toward the house, checking both directions before I walked across the runway that separated the office from the houses.When I walked in, I. I found the way, writing the trip off as a business expense.I can feel his breathing, he's scared of waking his wife, and I know his heart is pounding ninety to nothing, which makes this whole situation even better for me. I move my hips slightly, going in small circles, and he can't help but let out a small moan as my hot pussy engulfs his throbbing cock."You need to be quiet, Pete, no moaning."I giggle as I move a little faster, he keeps up his protests, and I've had enough of listening to.