It had been a promotion for her, like I said; actually, she ran the place. Me? I was a field agent—sounds better than salesman—responsible for who...esaling dry goods, mostly clothes, but some other things, to supermarkets and the like. I was pretty good at it. Not number one, but no worse than the middle of the sales food chain. My bonuses were pretty good too—I was a commission-plus-salary sales rep. That said, Janine, again, made more than me. Whatever, financially we had no problems.Janine. Emma sits up, so she is in front of where he is sitting, picks up the condom which has about a teaspoon or so of butter, syrup and Donald’s precum and puts it to her lips. She sucks and squeezes all of that treat out into her mouth, and leans once again to kiss Donald, their tongues running together, tasting the last of their breakfast dessert.Donald moves the now sticky napkin from the seat, places the purloined syrup pitcher on it and wraps both in his cock bib napkin, tying them together. . “Well, you are having sex with the hottest woman on the planet, so I'd be happy too,” I replied. Then we both laughed again and then I started riding him. We moved down the bed a little so he could lay down and I started bouncing up and down. He put his hands onto my butt and squeezed my butt cheeks hard. “Oh yeah John, you know how to handle my ass too. I like that,” I said. I kissed my pointer finger and my middle finger on my right hand and then put them onto his lips. He kissed those two. I loved to watch as its wetness covered my breasts and dripped off my nipples. The rest ran between my breasts down to my mound, tickling as it touched. Then I spread my legs to allow the warmth to go between my legs and to run down the inside of my thighs to the floor below. I cupped my breasts and presented them to the shower as an offering to what was to come. Squeezing them together, I felt the spray hit my nipples. Adjusting the shower head to a fine spray, I directed it to first one.