No. Thats not me and I acted like I felt I should. I just stared at his white buttocks humping up and down. I could see his cock pumping into my wifes...cunt. I could even count the hairs grasping his cock, stuck by her juices. I saw that every time he came up that his butt cheeks would open wide, he was doing a good job of fucking, Ill give him that. I heard throaty husky voices. I heard Lisas southern drawl as she begged him to shove his cock in her. I also heard him answer her that he was. He chuckled.“Well, office type or not, I do work in one most of the time. I’m an illustrator and visual consultant at Charles’ company. Though I must say I like the ‘illustrator’ part better than the ‘consultant’ part. What about you?”“Oh,” Nayana said, feeling suddenly more out of her league than before. “I’m just a supermarket clerk. I’m nobody, really.”“Nobody?” Stephen put his hand on her cheek and turned her towards him to look into her eyes. She held her breath. “You certainly aren’t. Marietta chewed a nipple, squeezed the other, with a harshness that hurt, but transformed into pleasure. I like a little pain with my pleasure, but nothing to the degree she gave me, and I still managed to experience it intensely as both pleasure and pain. And even her fingers rubbing my clit felt like sandpaper on it, giving me the same type of intensity. And when he finally came after what must have been fucking hours fucking, the heat of his cum seemed to burn me inside, and yet, again, it. "Charlene, I don't think we should do that here, the girls' friends are all watching."Gone was the harsh and commanding tone, she was more mellow than I had ever seen her."Don't worry Mrs. Winters. They have all agreed to get naked for the show so you needn't feel uncomfortable. Besides, everyone has commented on what a beautiful body you have so why not show it off?" The drug and appeal to her vanity worked as she offered no further resistance. I spread her legs and began to kiss her inner.