" I said harshly, walking around the desk."I agree," Miss Taylor nodded, looking a little relieved when she thought we were back on the same page, "An... if you maybe just talk to her..."I shook my head."No," I said harshly as I yanked Miss Taylor up by the collar of her dress shirt before pushing her down hard, bending her over her desk, that incredible ass of hers in that tight little skirt on such an inviting display."What are you, let me go," she said, struggling. But I could tell it was. She followed me into the row, a signal to the guys that we wanted to play, besides her short skirt barely came to the tops of her hose.It took about five minutes for the first guy to sit next to her, and pull out his cock, which my wife quickly took in her hand, and began stroking him. She worked his cock for maybe five minutes before his cock spurted his load in the air then onto my wife’s hand and on his pants. He stood and left, my wife got a tissue from her party bag and cleaned her. I took in every possible thing I could. The curvaceous swells of her breasts, her shoulders, her hips, the soft curves of her butt flesh all the while looking down on her giving me head. I studied every inch of her body, not wanting to ever forget that sight. My heart raced as I tried to catch my breath. I couldn't take my eyes off my sweet sister as my life long fantasy was unfolding before my eyes. Her soft lips were gliding up and down the sides of my rigid shaft as her mouth opened to once. He had pursued me. Initially I didn’t give him much attention. He would have his tantrums and attempt to make me jealous with his other conquests. He didn’t understand at the time that I was incapable of feeling jealous at that point. He was just another man on Lush. He wasn’t a quitter. He wanted one night with me. He had heard an audio of my voice. I had recorded myself playing and cumming. For fun I had sent him this audio. He wanted more. His pursuit of me and my voice was his sole purpose..