Material things were obviously not important to her but what he had between his legs certainly was as evidenced by her getting him in bed as quickly a... possible and fucking him repeatedly until morning.At breakfast, he asked, “So am I being evaluated on my performance last night?”Maryann laughed, “Of course I have to give a report, but I want you to know that bringing you here rather than one of the copulation rooms meant that I wanted to have a really good time with you. We work hard and some. The talk of my wife threw things into a tailspin, as I envisioned his massive cock inside her. My cock started to get half hard, which was even more humiliating. I pulled my hand away, and tried to recover with as much politeness as possible. I quickly changed and was out of there. I had hoped the locker room scene would not resurface. It was embarrassing bumping into Ron at work, but I was usually able to avoid him. A few days later, my wife mentioned that she heard I ran into Ron in the. A big grunt came from deep within in her as my Robin began to cum. Her pussy squirted (something that has never happened before during oral sex) her love juice as she screamed at the top of her lungs. When we got our wits about us, my face and the hair on the top of my head was soaked with her juice and there was a huge wet spot below her.The next morning, as I left for a jog, I saw the lady leave the room. She was a probably 5-10, with long black hair, brown eyes, and firm b-c cup tits. . Despair. Yes, that’s what I’m hiding from. But it knows where I’m hiding. How did it find me here? I’ve done something bad, something horrible, haven’t I? I’ve fallen from a great height and I’m smashed against the rocks. I’m not alone though. I’ve taken someone down with me. I’m responsible. Dylan and Sasha. They love me and they hate me. I’ve done them both wrong. I don’t deserve them. I’ve hurt them or will disappoint them. I’ve taken everything they’ve offered and given nothing in return..