She went to the kitchen. It was a small flat, two bedrooms, a hall and a kitchen, the windows were of frosted glass and invariably they would be close.... The dining table was a small table placed in the kitchen for convenience. When she came with the cup of tea in her hand, Sushila was still smiling. Subhash just took the cup from her and asked her, “Could you not sleep the last night?” There was no answer. While sipping the tea, Subhash again asked Sushila the same question. She shook her head.. Again, I knew Annie was still up in the sierras on her backpacking trip. As for that, it was one that was annually sponsored by the environmental club she'd joined at the junior college where she had enrolled as a freshman just a few months before. I therefore fully expected a weekend of uninterrupted fun and frolic with my wife.What I wasn't expecting was a car in my driveway that wasn't one of ours. Ellie wasn't alone. My heart caught in my throat. Past experience made me wary.Though I hoped. ’ As Megan had ordered me, I reached a hand back and found the small hard nub of my swollen clit. I had some vague notion that I could time my fingering to coordinate with Megan’s thrusting, but all I wanted was to come as quickly as possible. Taking two fingers to my clit I began to rub frantically, begging Megan not to stop fucking me as I frigged myself. My hair was matted and damp, and I felt a trickle of sweat on my back. I was madly rubbing at my clit, willing myself to come as the. I, meanwhile, had to spend a few hours trying to track down anyone who remembered that I still technically worked for them ... and then just got told that they'd send my tax stuff over to the new office and not to bother returning my pass as it had been cancelled. I left the personal stuff I had in the helpdesk office where it was, intending to get my mate Seffi or someone else vaguely human there to pick it up at some point: No way was I going to deal with all the shit they'd pull if I tried.