The two of us gossiped and compared notes all day long. She milked every last detail about having sex with Mark from me too, and I was more than willi...g to share. Cindy and I were both oversexed, plus we’d had a number of shared fantasies that involved each other and various men who’d come into our lives.After sending me two-dozen pink roses again, he called me on Thursday evening and asked if I had a formal gown. I didn’t. I owned various cocktail dresses, but no ball gown. The last time I’d. Although I won't mention his name, he's been having medical problems of his own which have interrupted his career. That may explain why he's creating these reports of mysterious illnesses and miracle cures. Let me just say this person no longer works for my studio. Not because of anything he said to you, but simply because he isn't able to meet the conditions of his legal contract. It seems that not only are his performances impaired, but so are his judgments, no doubt resulting in these. Turning to prop her head on the shower wall, she closed her eyes and continued."Maggie," that was Bert's voice. "Do you want privacy?"Opening her eyes, she saw Bert standing next to her. She looked down. Bert had a good stiffy. She shook her head no."I'll go back to my shower." He walked back over to his showerhead.Maggie watched the butt muscles flex on his return. Stepping on the bar of soap, she slipped to the floor. Her butt stung from the ordeal.Bert came over to see about her. "Are you. Her eyes were watery.“Fucking cum in my mouth!” she told me.I started fucking her mouth with my dick. This time, I shoved it down her throat, making her gag on it and releasing her at intervals. From the expression on her face, she loved it. I fucked her face a few more times before shooting my loads down her throat. She swallowed every drop, smiling at me.“Damien… finish up and come fuck me hard,” she told me as she walked away.In less than ten minutes, I was done with work, and ran the short.