Every one cleaned up but i was made to stay put . everyone left and my wife came over to me and rolled me over on my back and said . put your leggs in...the air for me . as i did she grabbed one ankle and pulled it till it almost touched my face and tied it in place , same with the other one . my ass , balls , cock and face looking at the ceiling . she stood over me and put on a strap on with a smile on her face. she kneeled down and plunged the thing to the hilt. she then roughly grabbed my. She shook her hair and said, “Hot, hot and wet.”She then straddled my legs, her hot, wet pussy resting on my cock. She put her slippery fingers into my mouth. I moaned with delight, I can still taste it now, sweet, salty, earthy with a hint of must. She took my hand and led it to her pussy; she was indeed hot, very hot and very moist. I couldn’t resist slipping my fingers into her. She pressed her pelvis down on to my fingers and ground against them.Leaning forward she kissed me, long and hard.. That did it for the both of us. She screamed and released enough cum from her pussy that it was running down my inner thighs. I couldn't hold back any longer feeling her her fingers teasing my balls and her cum running down my thighs. I finally released jet after jet of cum deep inside her pussy. I continued slowly fucking her after our climaxes and by the time we were done we had a large puddle of pussy and cock juice mix on the bed beneath us. She fell forward and I fell with her. We were. ..”“I enjoy feeling your cum pulse onto my tongue Sir. I like the feel of it. It is sort of my duty somehow.” I explained.“Ah, I understand that.. I think. If you don't feel the semen the fellatio is not complete!”“Yes, something like that.”We entered an office with an open plan area of desks but no workers. We moved through to a room at the back with architectural models on shelves. Phillippe locked the door and made sure the black blinds were down. I kneeled in readiness. Philippe undressed.